I'm not going to stick to one theme.My themes are going to be death, loss of innocence, and failure to gain an identity. I personally feel that my community and the pressures of it cause many people to loose their innocence at a very young age. This can be innocence of the mind or innocence of the body. I always feel the dense presence of death among me and others. It is exactly that...a presence. Identity is hard to find when many people get stressed into being that something that everyone else is. Sometimes people loose their innocence to those who pressure them into that identity and the identity eventually leads to death.
I've a plan for my book. My book will consist of 3 main characters. These being death, life, and innocence. Death will be represented by a girl (dressed in white or black, yet to be decided...), life will be represented by the same girl only in more lively colors, and innocence will be represented by a small red toddler car. The girl will be my sister and I have make up in mind to make her look dead. The toddler car is this little thing often left scattered about the neighborhood. My sister will be put in different situations and scenarios in which she loses her innocence and gets pressured into being someone who is everyone. In every single one of these scenarios the little red toddler car will be present...as well as her dead self. HOW? Well, in the beginning of the book she is already...dead. What killed her is still to be decided...could be a combination of things(religion, peer pressure, parental pressure, lack of motivation).I haven't decided whether to add text or not but I might make it children book style. The title I have decided on and it will be called The journey of Stiff Elaine.
When it comes to relating it to the art of others or other photography I want to do something like postcards from the past. Below is such a postcard, children smiling at what seems to be a school exhibition of a lynching. This was a postcard, it was what people sent to their friends in far away places...It was acceptable in the KKK community...It was right. In a way these kids didn't have a choice to think how they wanted to think. To their parents there was only one correct way to think, the way they did.
I've a plan for my book. My book will consist of 3 main characters. These being death, life, and innocence. Death will be represented by a girl (dressed in white or black, yet to be decided...), life will be represented by the same girl only in more lively colors, and innocence will be represented by a small red toddler car. The girl will be my sister and I have make up in mind to make her look dead. The toddler car is this little thing often left scattered about the neighborhood. My sister will be put in different situations and scenarios in which she loses her innocence and gets pressured into being someone who is everyone. In every single one of these scenarios the little red toddler car will be present...as well as her dead self. HOW? Well, in the beginning of the book she is already...dead. What killed her is still to be decided...could be a combination of things(religion, peer pressure, parental pressure, lack of motivation).I haven't decided whether to add text or not but I might make it children book style. The title I have decided on and it will be called The journey of Stiff Elaine.
When it comes to relating it to the art of others or other photography I want to do something like postcards from the past. Below is such a postcard, children smiling at what seems to be a school exhibition of a lynching. This was a postcard, it was what people sent to their friends in far away places...It was acceptable in the KKK community...It was right. In a way these kids didn't have a choice to think how they wanted to think. To their parents there was only one correct way to think, the way they did.
I would also like to play around with the out of porportion stuff like...
Big shoes on little people...Huge parents and their teeny tiny children...Might help get my point across and might be fun to toy around with.
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