Today started to dawn on me that changing the way i deal with a problem doesn’t have to be scary. I’m not too old or stubborn to change the ways i address issues. The way I always try to deal with an issue is t put myself in the situation and to immerse myself in the emotions involved. I’m being challenged at uni just now to cast aside the way i would naturally problem solve, and to open up my mind about just how much more i can understand something if i’m willing to look at it from a different perspective.
I love using dolls to make things, to me dolls represent me, they are a mini me that i can use to process a feeling.
Even my closest friends find my love of dolls “creepy” Im not offended, but I am confused. What is it about dolls that people find creepy? Is it the same sort of creepy as posters, that unblinking following you with their eyes kind of creepy?
Id appreciate opinions on dolls because id like to understand what other people automatically think of when they see a doll. Im not intending to take this research and rework my art to suit others, I just want to understand because right now I feel a little out of the loop.
I feel like Its been months since i organised my thoughts. Its been 3 years since I organised my flat, I’m not joking it is a bomb site. The knowledge of being a lazy person, not being able to invite people over, dreading going home and feeling like nobody really knows what I’m like, have effected my mental well being.
My first brief this semester is about rituals, routines, religion and self. I’m not a spiritual or religious person. And over the last few years, I have noticed that I don’t really know what I like anymore, what my opinions are.
I started to think about aspects of spirituality/religion that I have adopted in my own way. I thought about rituals and routines that i take on and why i do them. The thing that I kept coming back to was shrines, and alters. Because although I don’t tidy, or organize, I likened some of the arrangements of mess in my flat to the composition of shrines. I also thought about some of the private ways I deal with situations. I lost somebody, I’m not over it, I don’t think people do get over it, but there are ways I remind myself about him. And there are ways that I pretend to communicate with him. Let me reiterate I am not spiritual, I just sometimes need to use my imagination to make the real world easier to cope with.
I don’t know yet what I will make as a final piece, but just now I’m enjoying processing my emotions through my uni work.
I only realized after leaving school what the teachers meant when they said “apply yourself” via Daily Prompt: Realize
when i was young i loved climbing trees (I still love it) when I was about 5 I accidentaly slid down a tree while holding on for dear life, it scraped my stomach. I didnt cry though, in a rage I started kicking and hitting the tree for having DARED hurt me via Daily Prompt: Tree