My Anatomy
Saturday, October 28, 2006
My Anatomy
My recent addiction for photography has clearly taken over the better half of me.But it's not like i am complaining about it,because as i stare through the images that i took,capturing that instant second of my mood,i see myself in every one of those pictures - myself dissected,in a way - And it feels good to see myself this way,inside out and black and white.
It was a little before 10am,before my lonesome duty started on Tuesday morning while everybody was happily enjoying themselves at home.But i didnt complain,because i had the whole bunk to myself,save for Justin who slept the hours away quietly.I enjoyed the private moments i had,talking to myself even,alone in the bunks and along the corridors.It felt great,especially so when the rain started to fall,as i walked towards the vehicle shed for the duty.
I had the handphone in my hands then,and i had an idea in mind,though however crazy.I wanted to capture my mood with whatever i see then,and then make it into a little video to post it on Youtube.But before that happens,i took my handphone and went around snapping photographs around the camp.Dont worry,i'm sure i did not take anything confidential.Surprisingly,i found some of them disturbingly reflective of my moods on that raining Tuesday morning,the way it was talking to me almost,through the subtle shades of black and white.
If you slice me up with a knife,and you dig my guts out with your barehands.You are not going to find twisted intestines or a bloody heart still warm from the life before.You are going to find your hands covered in black and white paint,and barbwire around my heart,with a padlock in my brain.Because i think that is how i am now,my anatomy,if you were to slice me up into pieces.Here are a series of pictures i took with my camera to reflect myself,particularly my mood,and how they materialized with the things i found around camp,inspiring and worthy of remembrance.Check them out:
My recent addiction for photography has clearly taken over the better half of me.But it's not like i am complaining about it,because as i stare through the images that i took,capturing that instant second of my mood,i see myself in every one of those pictures - myself dissected,in a way - And it feels good to see myself this way,inside out and black and white.
It was a little before 10am,before my lonesome duty started on Tuesday morning while everybody was happily enjoying themselves at home.But i didnt complain,because i had the whole bunk to myself,save for Justin who slept the hours away quietly.I enjoyed the private moments i had,talking to myself even,alone in the bunks and along the corridors.It felt great,especially so when the rain started to fall,as i walked towards the vehicle shed for the duty.
I had the handphone in my hands then,and i had an idea in mind,though however crazy.I wanted to capture my mood with whatever i see then,and then make it into a little video to post it on Youtube.But before that happens,i took my handphone and went around snapping photographs around the camp.Dont worry,i'm sure i did not take anything confidential.Surprisingly,i found some of them disturbingly reflective of my moods on that raining Tuesday morning,the way it was talking to me almost,through the subtle shades of black and white.
If you slice me up with a knife,and you dig my guts out with your barehands.You are not going to find twisted intestines or a bloody heart still warm from the life before.You are going to find your hands covered in black and white paint,and barbwire around my heart,with a padlock in my brain.Because i think that is how i am now,my anatomy,if you were to slice me up into pieces.Here are a series of pictures i took with my camera to reflect myself,particularly my mood,and how they materialized with the things i found around camp,inspiring and worthy of remembrance.Check them out:
I feel my life...
...closing in.
I feel my heart bleeding...
...with the spikes sinking in.
I reached out in the pouring rain...
For that little light of hope to ease the pain.
But my skies keep on darkening...
The road under my feet keep on lengthening.
I want to break out,though i'm locked in.
It's wearing me out,wearing me thin...
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