3 posts tagged “365days”
Sunday's black and white photo is one of my favorite pictures that exists of me. I feel like it belongs in some National Geographic magazine article about rural decay and the depopulation of North Dakota, or something. (Do I know what I'm talking about? No, not really. But I do like the picture an awful lot.)
Monday was Day 9, and taken at my old high school. This is the mirror above the sink in the art room—which has been newly remodeled, and looks as lovely as ever. (By "remodeled," I mostly mean "they took out a closet and another classroom and made it bigger.) It actually seemed kind of lonely and empty when I was there, but I tend to blame that on the fact that most of the furniture was either missing or pushed off into one corner of the room.
Day 10 involves me, a cupboard door, and a bucket of paint (not pictured). My dad is helping out my uncle in some remodeling, and I guess he volunteered to paint the cupboard doors. Which somehow translated into my painting the cupboard doors... Which is practically a sin in my eyes, because after Dad sanded them down a bit, they looked absolutely beautiful—all the old layers of white and green and yellow and red paint peeking through.
Day 11 was a very quick photo at the nearest Subway, where Mom took us for lunch after an afternoon of chores. My camera battery was dying, so taking pictures involved a lot of Snapshot! Uh, oh, camera turned off... Wait a minute... Turn camera on. Snapshot! Uh, oh...
Day 12 was a Thursday, and a "secret" to boot. It's a page from my book (not really a journal). I wrote or drew something almost every day from January to April...things slowed down quite a bit then (actually, it's just that things sped up in every other aspect of my life). Entries aren't as daily anymore, but I still glue things in there every once in a while. This is a spread from some time in February.
Friday the 13th was a rough day in more ways than one. Taking this picture was surprisingly cathartic (and no, not in the medical sense). You might be surprised at how much tension can be released by trying to bite down on a wire whisk. =] (I did end up getting out of the house, and ended up having a good time with some friends.)
And yesterday was Day 14, and the end of Week Two. This was snapped in a port-a-john at Milwaukee's Bastille Days.
Statistics!
Total pictures: 14
Pictures taken in a bathroom: 3/14
Pictures evidencing my oral fixation: 4/14
Pictures of me smiling and looking at the camera: 0/14
...But I honestly don't have that many secrets left. I suppose it still counts as a confession, or failing that, a truth.
Day 12 of the 365days project.
So I recently embarked on something called the 365 Days Project. It's something that (as far as I know) started on Flickr—the group, if you're interested, can be found here. The point is simple: take one self-portrait every day for a year. I'm a little nervous, because that's a big commitment, and finding the inspiration and time to take a good photo of myself every day sounds like it's going to get really hard once school starts (or the next time I end up in the doldrums... whichever comes first). On the other hand, there have been stretches where I've written in a journal or sketchbook every day for a year (haven't there?), so it's not something that would be impossible for me.
I haven't officially "VOXed" about any of the photos yet, so I figured I would try to do aweekly recap of the pictures I take. I started on Sunday (July 1), and it is now Saturday the seventh. Here's Week One.
Day 1 is me showing off my fancy-pants new sunglasses. I got them a while ago from a hardware store (on sale for three dollars!), and I love them. They are pink and remind me of the goggles that Rocketgirl (my spaceship-flying alter-ego) wears. This shot was taken by the window in my bathroom, which happened to have some lovely direct sunshine coming in (and a mirror for me to check the digital viewfinder). As I told a friend the other day, "I don't think it really looks like me. But it's interesting to know that I can sometimes look like that."
Day 2 resulted from a "photoshoot" I set up to take a gallery photo for one of my Threadless t-shirts. The tiles here are from two Scrabble games, a game of Upwords (like Scrabble, but different), and a game of Turntiles (I've never played it, but it involved giant double-sided Scrabble tiles, so I bet it's a lot of fun).
Day 3 is a couple shots of me looking all fancy and forlorn. I took a lot of photos that afternoon, and I hard a hard time deciding which one to use—I was in an odd mood, and none of the pictures I had taken seemed to fit what I wanted to portray about the day. In the end, I took these two and put them together, which really worked well.
Day 4 was the 4th of July. I figured I'd be patriotic for the day's photo, and I put on some red, white, and blue. It turns out you can't even see the blue, but the red matches the raspberry, so it all works out. (That raspberry was heavenly, by the way.)
Day 5 is my favorite of the week. I'm not sure why—maybe it just looks the most like me. I went to the Dollar Store to buy some more socks (see here) and bought a pack of airheads on a whim. Man, I remember when they were the coolest candy ever. And you could hang them out of your mouth and pretend you had a giant colored tongue! What a mark of prestige.
Day 6 happened on my drive back from seeing Transformers. I took an extra minute to drive through the park by my house and spied a field of wildflowers. It's kind of funny—I originally stopped to take pictures because they were so colorful, but the photo I chose for the day is something I knocked into grayscale. The fact that the thumbnail makes me look like an animated cat was just too much fun to pass up. Call me Daisy McSnuffles.
Day 7 took a lot of deciding. I've started bringing my camera with me almost everywhere, and whenever the little signal in my head goes off screaming "this is a picture! Take it!" I do as it says. Unfortunately, none of the pictures I took today really seemed to fit how I was feeling (it turns out that this is an exercise in journalling as well as photography). There was one photo I liked, but it was black and white—and I decided that my first week of this project ought to be a bit more colorful. So I stashed the black and white idea for a reshoot another day, and went to my room to find some color. Ta-daa! Green!
