i read today about this young artist in new york who has taken one polariod picture of herself everyday for the past couple of years. she then dates it, and hangs it, like a collage of sorts, on her wall. she said she tried to catch what was unique about that day... a feeling she was dealing with, an attitude she had. (a picture is worth a thousand words, right?) at first, i thought there must be something a little off about a person to do that, perhaps a little narcissistic? but the more i thought about it, the more i was intrigued by the idea... i mean, in a sense, i do the same thing by arrogantly posting my words and thoughts on a homepage. that could be viewed as narcissistic too, egotistical even. literally, i am journaling, not photographing myself. but in a way, i am putting myself (or pieces of me, anyway) under the lens. i am cataloging my feelings, my thoughts, my days.... and so is she.
anyway, i was inspired. i thought, maybe i'll take some pictures of myself and hang them somewhere... a reminder of sorts of my reaction to her story. i stood in my room, held the camera up, clicked the button.
i had no film.
right, okay. new plan. i'm not going to fill my walls/or my countless empty photobooks with silly polariods. some days, some feelings... i'd just soon forget. but on those days when the mood strikes (since film these days is so dang expensive anyway), i think i'll just work on filling up my corner of cyberspace instead.
p.s. later actually found film :) |
