PROJECT
This Capstone project is unlike anything I've ever done before. I've never written a personal story. I've never made an artistic collage of words and pictures to share my work. I've never pushed myself to get raw and personal in the way that I did for these stories, and it was such a daunting but exciting experience.
Going into the initial project planning stages, I wrote up a big proposal about something I didn't care that much about. I needed to turn something in, and I was buying time to come up with an idea that really meant something to me. It hit me one day (probably just before bed when a lot of my thinking tends to take place), and I was immediately intrigued. I decided to focus on the strange way my mind works when an important event happens. Within the good and bad memories I've made, certain things always stand out: the texture of the wall, the pattern on the chair, the lighting. It's like my mind takes snapshots as I experience life, and I'll never fully understand why some things make it into the frame and some don't. But because of this, spaces are never fully vacant, and objects aren't always just objects. A room that has seen joy and sadness is never just walls holding paintings, enclosing tables and chairs, plants and people. It is filled with feelings and memories, beautiful or painful and everything in between.
It was really interesting to see what I remembered from two particularly meaningful events in my life. One is mostly sad, one is mostly happy. One spans a mere twenty minutes and the other covers a period of nine years. Both incorporate my innermost thoughts, feelings, fears, successes, and all of the random bits in between.
Going into the initial project planning stages, I wrote up a big proposal about something I didn't care that much about. I needed to turn something in, and I was buying time to come up with an idea that really meant something to me. It hit me one day (probably just before bed when a lot of my thinking tends to take place), and I was immediately intrigued. I decided to focus on the strange way my mind works when an important event happens. Within the good and bad memories I've made, certain things always stand out: the texture of the wall, the pattern on the chair, the lighting. It's like my mind takes snapshots as I experience life, and I'll never fully understand why some things make it into the frame and some don't. But because of this, spaces are never fully vacant, and objects aren't always just objects. A room that has seen joy and sadness is never just walls holding paintings, enclosing tables and chairs, plants and people. It is filled with feelings and memories, beautiful or painful and everything in between.
It was really interesting to see what I remembered from two particularly meaningful events in my life. One is mostly sad, one is mostly happy. One spans a mere twenty minutes and the other covers a period of nine years. Both incorporate my innermost thoughts, feelings, fears, successes, and all of the random bits in between.
A story of twenty minutes in the Ugli.
Nine years hunting for Carmen Sandiego and Beethoven.
And of course, a video of the actual thing--stumbles and triumphs and all. (The "Carmen Sandiego" octaves begin at 1:35.)