Conceptual Self Portraits by Laura Williams Sunday, Mar 2 2014
When Agents Wave the Red Flag Saturday, Mar 1 2014
Darkness Lie Ahead Monday, Feb 24 2014
She ran through the forest, alone, with nothing but a backpack. The backpack contained her life: the past, the present, the future all squeezed into that small bag. The path grew narrower as the trees grew thicker. But she continued to run faster and faster until her legs could barely support her any longer. Why was she running? She didn’t know. There was no one chasing her, no one threatening her yet she felt the need to escape. Her heart beat quickly; she breathed unevenly. She put her family and her friends behind her to embark on an insane, unpredictable journey to the unknown.
As the darkness began to scare her, she decided to rest and start again when the sun was up. She chose a tree to lie underneath and used her bag as a pillow. Curling her body into the fetal position, she tried to sleep. Ominous noises echoing across the forest made her task nearly impossible. Every time she tried to relax and allow herself to sleep, the distant sound of a hooting owl or the howl of a wolf would startle her. The grass below her was soft and comforting, the soft winds were cooling, but the fear overcame her senses. She couldn’t rest so long as it was inside of her. It was fear that forced her to run. She didn’t know which was more frightful, though, the forest, her former life or her indefinite future?
All she knew was this: she would be dead if she hadn’t left. Not dead in the literal sense, but figuratively speaking that was the path she was walking towards. As dangerous as her choice was it was exciting and essential. She couldn’t bear her life any longer; the monotony along with the extreme waves of change. One day she decided it was enough. The forest signified the end of the city. It separated the enclosed man-made structure from the wilderness; at least this was how she perceived it. She was born and raised in that city and not once had she ever been to the forest. But the day she decided to leave was when she learned she was destined to cross the woods and see for herself what was really on the other side.
The night crawled with unfriendly creatures; killer beasts and venomous beings. Where they hid or if they even existed where she slept? She had no idea. She prayed for the night to end quickly and safely. The sound of her heart in her ear felt like a ticking clock, every beat bringing her closer to sunrise. To say she slept that night would have been a lie. But at dawn she was wide awake, anxious and enthusiastic about the start of a new day. She walked slowly, trying desperately to let go of her fear. The terror residing in the night before was forgotten when the tender morning sunrays hit her face. Hours passed until she finally caught a glimpse of what lie on the other side of the once mysterious forest.
Glipho Photo Challenge #2
DVF: JOURNEY OF A DRESS Wednesday, Feb 19 2014
Originally posted on KateSpanish:
For VDay with B, I finally got to check out Diane von Furstenberg’s Journey of a Dress exhibit at LACMA. And two things for the record: we visited Endeavour at the California Science Museum first, and Bry ended up enjoying the DVF exhibit just as much as I did.
Silence Wednesday, Feb 19 2014
Between every word ever said
A thousand more, heard but not uttered
In the silence lies the truth
That which is often concealed
The one that only the quiet can reveal
A motion, a glance, a smile
Rarely hides what words deny
Through the cracks of every phrase
Run the meanings that no one says
With facts always known
And acts protected, never shown
While relying heavily on senses
Rather than explanations that might create messes
An understanding that cannot be described
Awaits in peacefulness, where noise does not reside
Words unsaid are the most powerful of all
The silence holds stories told and never told
Culture of Carelessness Saturday, Feb 8 2014
Secrets in the Dark Tuesday, Feb 4 2014
Do I Dare to Dream? Sunday, Feb 2 2014
Is a dream too much to ask?
Is it every person’s right?
Or is life merely composed of tasks
Do I dare hope for a life of my own?
Do I dare wish for love?
Or am I to settle for an existence I’ve outgrown
Can I explore the world?
May I experience living?
Or would such requests never be forgiven
If a dream is bigger than its dreamer
If an ambition is too outrageous
Could it still be pursued or would it be ridiculous
Am I insane to want to make the most out of life?
Am I unnatural because I want to follow the path I choose?
Or have people grown accustomed to being blind to what they truly desire.