Take 10 minutes. Write down as much as you can during that time. Keep your hands typing or your pen moving the entire time. Write down whatever comes to mind, follow your mind’s direction, don’t try to steer it one way or another. Stick with each image and describe it as closely as you can.
Now imagine your life, at the end of it, you have five images with which to share your existence on this earth. What would those five images look like? It could be the life you always wanted, it could be five images that convey to the world exactly how you feel about the world? It could be really showing the world who you are.
What images come to mind? IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE, share what you wrote by pasting the results in to the comment section of THIS POST.
A black crack in a wall, a family portrait with large cracks in them, a texture, a breaking apart. Take the rules of earthquakes, take plate tectonics and apply it to a family. Let’s see the fissures, let us see those cracks, actually see the things that normally we can only feel. It’s comforting to know we are not alone in suffering. It’s comforting to know there is an order to this, there are reasons why we fall apart, and they are not new or revolutionary. The world is broken and we all break at the same points. The same fault lines that guide our external life guides are internal life as well.
I would take a photo of a basketball court with a basketball on the free throw line with the basketball hoop in the background which would represent how much i love basketball because to me it’s a place i can escape to and it’s like my second home where i spent hours, days and years trying to be better at something. In a way the sport makes me feel more alive. Another photo might be out in nature because I love being outdoors and exploring. I could also take a photo of shoes because i love to shop and collect shoes. A another photo might be something that has to with my family and culture because they mean the world to me. Last and certainly not the least might be me and my best friend because without him I feel an emptiness when he’s away and we just have a really strong relationship. I get this image in my head of me and him sitting in a field at the park we always go to watching the sunset go down with my head in his shoulder.
My life would probably involve a lot of motorcycles in it. I hope to become wealthy or very comfortable in the future and own nice car(s). Always dressing nice, and serious. Not too serious though I still want to be the same goofy sense of humor I’ve had all my life. I want to be in the city even just work in the city. For a tech company or maybe be a social media contractor for companies. I’ve always liked things that are nice, but if something is nice it normally comes with a cost. And I will work for something I want so I can appreciate it a lot more.
Dressing sharp is key, looking nice and setting a good example are prime elements for a good life. In my opinion that is. If you are wealthy, you don’t need to share it, but it is good too. I hope the day comes when I can own that Ducati I have always had my eye on since i was 11. Or even maybe that Ferrari I have adored since I was 9. Throughout my time here on this planet I will work for what I want. Someday I can have that Ferrari and say “yeah I worked for this”.
I think it is everyone’s dream to become rich but it’s the people that really work for it, the people that really just want it. Are the ones that succeed in the end.
I am actually alone, with no one else in the photo. The photo has lots of fog, and it is in the early morning. I am standing still, facing the camera but not quite looking at it. This is to reflect my solitary nature, in that I think to myself more than I do talk to others. It is supposed to be eerie and dreamlike. I am in the midground, with no foreground and the background is obscured by fog.
The sun is slowly rising over the horizon, not a cloud in sight. This time in the same place i was sitting before with all these lovely people, there are four head stones with “SS” carved in the top of each of them. Then as it gets dark again, there are strange lights that come from each headstone. They seem to dance around or play with each other, as if the lights once knew one another. Little balls of light just twirling around, and playing. This is a beautiful sight.
Working construction
I cant get myself out of bed in the morning because its cold and im tired from the day before. My clean clothes sit on the ground waiting to be put on.
I pull up to the construction site. thinking about what the plan is for the day. Stretch and flex warms me up for my work.
I’m working construction on a very hot day. The photo will include a lot of machinery, dirt, and gravel. I stand there with my shovel doing the task at hand. we very scoop into the gravel I do with my shovel a drop of sweat falls from the tip of my nose. My vision is blurry and my head is down. I try to think about anything going on in my life instead of the pain in my back. I have my grade rod to make sure i’m on level with the plans. to keep myself shoveling i remember the check i will receive at the end of the week. My thought are always disrupted my the constant sweat rolling down my face.
The day is finally over. I’m on my way home stuck in traffic and ready to have a big Dinner.
Temple: The Sacred LDS Portland Temple. The beautiful white building, surrounded by blossomed trees and colorful flowers. And beautiful water fountains with the wind blowing mist out and about. A couple taking wedding pictures, looking happy as can be. A family getting sealed, looking happy as can be. Missionaries talking about the blessings from Christ, looking happy as can be.
It’s handing someone a copy of a book I signed. The book is in the shot and so is my arm, their face is smiling but is out of focus. The book has a giant octopus on the cover. The book has a story I wrote in it about a friend who died. And only like three letters of her name were changed. And I wrote my name there and knew it would be on their shelf with my name in their book like that like I was a real author who had a story published in a book that people wanted to buy.
(Fifth Photo)
The drawing, even though is deeply shadowed, gains highlights. This represents my life as when I was 15 and 16 year old. When I was 15 my depression was the worst, I had no hope, I wanted to die. This year is the year I’m most proud of, even though I still have depression and still go through rough patches, I feel great about myself. My personality has drastically changed, I am slowly coming out of my shell. The drawing is fully detailed and shadowed, but the shadows add to the drawing not take away.