Clarissa Bonet, City Space
Source: http://www.clarissabonet.com/
- I am a workaholic with no job. I am alone in a city that is full concrete and people, yet I’ve never felt so isolated. With high stress from my job, I walk alone across these streets to remind myself that there are other people who must feel the same way. I am a rule follower, and decide to live a life full of predictability and starkness. My routine is constant, and I want to be in control of my life. Even though my life may seem to be in order, I suffer with accepting the fact that I can’t control life, and feel that I’ve lost control after being let go from my job offer.
- I am the feet that carry and walk forward or backward, and side to side. I carry more than just the weight of the person, but the weight of all the burdens and stress that he also carries in his walk. The walk is in constant shift; I can tell when he is either uplifted or down, based on his strut and pressure. Today, his walk heavy and slow; a sulking stride that reflects how he is currently feeling.
- I am similar to this picture because I am also somewhat a control-freak and perfectionist. I also like to follow the rules. However, I love the energy that cities have, and I like to think that I’m optimistic and like to embrace the unexpected. This photo peaked my interest, because I love how stark and muted the colors and lighting is. The city seems to become an isolated area; like the inside of someone’s head.
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