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thedarksiren2Not your usual survey,
(1)What is the most insignificant thing that others take for granted everyday, but, that you see such beauty in, and love?:
Coffee swirls, fractures of light glistening through a glass of water onto a wall or table, the differences in the taste of tap water from one place to the next. I think after going through enough madness in a life, you eventually either have to start opening your eyes and mind (among other senses) or shut down entirely. I wasn't ready to shut down when the time came to make a choice, and have since found pleasure in even the smallest, seemingly insignificant events/ things. People forget to enjoy life anymore...it's almost as if it has to be big and loud to mean anything. I like the small and humble sometimes, I guess.
Oh, and also, as cheesy as it may sound...the laughter of those I love and adore most in life.
(2) Have you ever seen a work of art that has stuck in your mind that you can recall to this very moment, what was the picture of? Who was the artist, and what did it make you feel?:
Wow, this is almost as hard as asking me to pick out a favorite song! LOL
Well, a few years ago the Cleveland Museum of Art hosted an exhibit called, The Model Wife. All of the photos were amazing, really, but one sequence by Seeichi Furuya of his wife, Christina, haunts me till this day. It began with a relatively happy photo of her, that is if you don't notice the large scar on her neck. As the photos progressed, her mental state regressed, and she became very suicidal. The final photo is a contact sheet of a roll that begins with Christine and her child, then several statues. Next, the news he was watching that day, pictures of a glowing box telling about the local military. Then Seeichi found her shoes beneath the window sill. Next, he looks down and photographs her body several stories below. A series of their apartment followed her death-shot on the contact sheet.
The final shot of his exhibit is of a portrait of her on a stand beside a plant and an incense burner, her eyes sunken and tired of life. It actually brought me to tears the first time I saw it, and I fight them to this day when I look at the book. He was just taking pictures of her...he adored her. But she could not escape her madness, and that progression is captured exquisitely throughout the exhibit.
(3) Re-write something that you remembered writing that inspired you or someone else.:
Once upon a time in a coffee shop called The Brady, a body that claimed to be mine sat across a table from a thin boy with red, curly hair, and asked him to explain, in writing, what hope was because it no longer understood. The boy wrote that hope was the fire inside, that which keeps us alive. He said without it, we would be dead.
Of course, this is what my body tells me. I know now that he wrote it much more eloquently, and placed a spark in my spirit for a long time to come. I am always, always grateful to him for this. Now, if he would only follow his own words!~;)
(4) Have you ever had a moment of enlightenment about something in your life that has changed you so much for who you are now? What was this moment like? What happened?:
I went out with some people after pretty much secluding myself for months from everyone. I had recently gone through a massive break-up with the man I thought I would marry, lost my three closest friends because of him, and put a restraining order on a stalker. I was a bit skittish of people by this point, to say the least.
We went out and saw a play downtown, and there was some miscommunication which left me behind, alone and feeling betrayed once again. I kinda lost it that night, wrote a letter to someone I cared for very much and told them how much I resented being left behind in such a way, being humiliated. It was irrational, and I went home to stew over it all even more. I found myself truly losing my mind, sitting all alone and unable to watch TV or listen to the CD I wanted to. I sobbed to myself, and realized I needed someone to help me.
I called my mom, and she helped me to see just how ridiculous everything was (moms rawk like this), and helped me to calm down.
This may seem like small-pancakes for most people, but for me it was a big deal because I didn't think I could ask for help up until that day. Taking that step has allowed me to function more easily, to not lose control of myself while the floods wash in.
(5) What was the most significant dream that you can still remember to this day? Has it changed you? Or have you seen changes in your life since it? If not, what is a strange dream you have always wanted interpreted?:
Oh good grief...see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
abstractions. They're all significant.
(1)What is the most insignificant thing that others take for granted everyday, but, that you see such beauty in, and love?:
Coffee swirls, fractures of light glistening through a glass of water onto a wall or table, the differences in the taste of tap water from one place to the next. I think after going through enough madness in a life, you eventually either have to start opening your eyes and mind (among other senses) or shut down entirely. I wasn't ready to shut down when the time came to make a choice, and have since found pleasure in even the smallest, seemingly insignificant events/ things. People forget to enjoy life anymore...it's almost as if it has to be big and loud to mean anything. I like the small and humble sometimes, I guess.
Oh, and also, as cheesy as it may sound...the laughter of those I love and adore most in life.
(2) Have you ever seen a work of art that has stuck in your mind that you can recall to this very moment, what was the picture of? Who was the artist, and what did it make you feel?:
Wow, this is almost as hard as asking me to pick out a favorite song! LOL
Well, a few years ago the Cleveland Museum of Art hosted an exhibit called, The Model Wife. All of the photos were amazing, really, but one sequence by Seeichi Furuya of his wife, Christina, haunts me till this day. It began with a relatively happy photo of her, that is if you don't notice the large scar on her neck. As the photos progressed, her mental state regressed, and she became very suicidal. The final photo is a contact sheet of a roll that begins with Christine and her child, then several statues. Next, the news he was watching that day, pictures of a glowing box telling about the local military. Then Seeichi found her shoes beneath the window sill. Next, he looks down and photographs her body several stories below. A series of their apartment followed her death-shot on the contact sheet.
The final shot of his exhibit is of a portrait of her on a stand beside a plant and an incense burner, her eyes sunken and tired of life. It actually brought me to tears the first time I saw it, and I fight them to this day when I look at the book. He was just taking pictures of her...he adored her. But she could not escape her madness, and that progression is captured exquisitely throughout the exhibit.
(3) Re-write something that you remembered writing that inspired you or someone else.:
Once upon a time in a coffee shop called The Brady, a body that claimed to be mine sat across a table from a thin boy with red, curly hair, and asked him to explain, in writing, what hope was because it no longer understood. The boy wrote that hope was the fire inside, that which keeps us alive. He said without it, we would be dead.
Of course, this is what my body tells me. I know now that he wrote it much more eloquently, and placed a spark in my spirit for a long time to come. I am always, always grateful to him for this. Now, if he would only follow his own words!~;)
(4) Have you ever had a moment of enlightenment about something in your life that has changed you so much for who you are now? What was this moment like? What happened?:
I went out with some people after pretty much secluding myself for months from everyone. I had recently gone through a massive break-up with the man I thought I would marry, lost my three closest friends because of him, and put a restraining order on a stalker. I was a bit skittish of people by this point, to say the least.
We went out and saw a play downtown, and there was some miscommunication which left me behind, alone and feeling betrayed once again. I kinda lost it that night, wrote a letter to someone I cared for very much and told them how much I resented being left behind in such a way, being humiliated. It was irrational, and I went home to stew over it all even more. I found myself truly losing my mind, sitting all alone and unable to watch TV or listen to the CD I wanted to. I sobbed to myself, and realized I needed someone to help me.
I called my mom, and she helped me to see just how ridiculous everything was (moms rawk like this), and helped me to calm down.
This may seem like small-pancakes for most people, but for me it was a big deal because I didn't think I could ask for help up until that day. Taking that step has allowed me to function more easily, to not lose control of myself while the floods wash in.
(5) What was the most significant dream that you can still remember to this day? Has it changed you? Or have you seen changes in your life since it? If not, what is a strange dream you have always wanted interpreted?:
Oh good grief...see
abstractions. They're all significant.
