Ever have an experience that changes you forever?
I have.
In fact I'll never see things the same again because of it.
For as long as I can remember I wanted it.
I knew then that it would change my perspective just as it has.
It came just as fast as it went.
And now it's over.
Working in the industry that I am going to school for was an amazing experience.
I almost feel like I lost a piece of myself as I walked out the doors of CBS on Friday afternoon.
I was stopped short by my favorite photographer Mike.
He wanted to give me a ride home for my last day.
So I got out of the CBS-3 news truck at my doorstep, and I felt so sad.
Who knew an internship would mean that much?
I'll be back one day...this is what I heard from my new colleagues.
The only thing I could say back was, "I sure hope so."
It's scary not knowing the future...
and it's sad to leave a place that claimed so much of who you are.
I'll miss my heros turned friends.
27.4.08
13.4.08
People
I place people on pedestals.
There are some you assume are wiser, more beautiful, much more intelligent, more grounded, just all around better people...people that you wish you could one day become.
I've learned in the last few years that nobody belongs on that pedestal.
Everyone is someone in their own lives.
Everyone is trying to make a life for themselves, to be happy in their own endeavors.
And at the end of the day if you take some time out to talk to those you've placed so far beyond yourself...
You'd see that they are just like you.
I admire people for not wasting their opportunities.
I relish in their ability to make the most of their lives.
If in ten years I can be half as successful as they have become, I'll be more than lucky.
Everyone is the same.
There are some you assume are wiser, more beautiful, much more intelligent, more grounded, just all around better people...people that you wish you could one day become.
I've learned in the last few years that nobody belongs on that pedestal.
Everyone is someone in their own lives.
Everyone is trying to make a life for themselves, to be happy in their own endeavors.
And at the end of the day if you take some time out to talk to those you've placed so far beyond yourself...
You'd see that they are just like you.
I admire people for not wasting their opportunities.
I relish in their ability to make the most of their lives.
If in ten years I can be half as successful as they have become, I'll be more than lucky.
Everyone is the same.
7.4.08
Currency
The economy is terrible right now, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.
We're all going through our ups and downs financially, even if we are among the wealthy.
Money never really concerned me.
I was always made aware of how scarce it was, but i was never in desperate need of lots of it.
Now that this time in my life demands more and more of it...i realize fully how little of it there is to go around, and how much I desire to have lots of it.
Today i went on a shoot to the South Philadelphia ACME.
The people were making grocery choices based on the bills they had to pay that month.
The cost of food has risen along with everything else, and for some, that means a pretty hungry week.
One man that was interviewed owned his own spice shop.
His name was John.
John had to make decisions in the produce isle based on the longevity of produce.
"I'm 61 years old...what pension? I've put in 9 applications! They see 1947 and throw it in the garbage."
I wonder how long John will be in business based on the current state of things.
I wish him all the best.
Just after leaving that shoot, we had another in Old City.
The condo we shot in was full of luxuries, and of course plenty of food.
I admired the elaborate light fixtures and modern design.
It made me think of how fortunate some are and how much others struggle.
I still have a year, in that time I hope things get better for our country, otherwise I might be just like John.
We're all going through our ups and downs financially, even if we are among the wealthy.
Money never really concerned me.
I was always made aware of how scarce it was, but i was never in desperate need of lots of it.
Now that this time in my life demands more and more of it...i realize fully how little of it there is to go around, and how much I desire to have lots of it.
Today i went on a shoot to the South Philadelphia ACME.
The people were making grocery choices based on the bills they had to pay that month.
The cost of food has risen along with everything else, and for some, that means a pretty hungry week.
One man that was interviewed owned his own spice shop.
His name was John.
John had to make decisions in the produce isle based on the longevity of produce.
"I'm 61 years old...what pension? I've put in 9 applications! They see 1947 and throw it in the garbage."
I wonder how long John will be in business based on the current state of things.
I wish him all the best.
Just after leaving that shoot, we had another in Old City.
The condo we shot in was full of luxuries, and of course plenty of food.
I admired the elaborate light fixtures and modern design.
It made me think of how fortunate some are and how much others struggle.
I still have a year, in that time I hope things get better for our country, otherwise I might be just like John.
6.4.08
Fuzzy
There is something creepy about a mascot.
Typically they're large, overly so, fuzzy, colorful and represent some sort of animal.
On occasion I am a bee.
The head is a large hollow circle with a bike helmet fused in the top for "comfortable wear."
The Body is a fuzzy black and yellow sac that houses a large butt insert to fill out the rest of the material.
Yes, I chose this particular method of torture...it pays well.
But I found myself in an interesting spot over this weekend.
My job took me to a zoo during mascot day and placed me in the role of this giant bee.
Before I knew it I found myself dancing to Phil Collins along side a variety of large, fuzzy creatures.
As I danced I wondered, who in the hell is inside of each of these costumes?
I found out during our break as we were all stuffed in a conference room and carefully removed our large fake heads.
Soon we were a group of young twenty somethings from the neck up, but from the waist down...lovable creatures.
As I sat in one of the plastic chairs breathing fresh air instead of filtered air through giant Bee eyes, i thought about what a sight this must be to people who have never had the privilege of being a mascot.
Part of me wanted to walk out after my break as half bee, half eagle. What? I'm a mutation!
Here's a tip for all of those who are thinking of turning mascot: Stay away from teenagers, they will try to knock your head off.
Typically they're large, overly so, fuzzy, colorful and represent some sort of animal.
On occasion I am a bee.
The head is a large hollow circle with a bike helmet fused in the top for "comfortable wear."
The Body is a fuzzy black and yellow sac that houses a large butt insert to fill out the rest of the material.
Yes, I chose this particular method of torture...it pays well.
But I found myself in an interesting spot over this weekend.
My job took me to a zoo during mascot day and placed me in the role of this giant bee.
Before I knew it I found myself dancing to Phil Collins along side a variety of large, fuzzy creatures.
As I danced I wondered, who in the hell is inside of each of these costumes?
I found out during our break as we were all stuffed in a conference room and carefully removed our large fake heads.
Soon we were a group of young twenty somethings from the neck up, but from the waist down...lovable creatures.
As I sat in one of the plastic chairs breathing fresh air instead of filtered air through giant Bee eyes, i thought about what a sight this must be to people who have never had the privilege of being a mascot.
Part of me wanted to walk out after my break as half bee, half eagle. What? I'm a mutation!
Here's a tip for all of those who are thinking of turning mascot: Stay away from teenagers, they will try to knock your head off.
5.4.08
Acryllic
Balls of paint pool in my palate and I mix to make a shade.
White, taught canvas gets a coat of graphite and eraser shavings.
My superman bowl is filled with tap water, and my "chill music" playlist keeps me company.
Sprawled on the floor, I see no need for an easel...actually I think if i had one it would be used to display other pieces I have already created.
Art is a way to escape.
Like writing words in a journal, colors leap out and grab white-space creating depth and questions that need no answering.
I'm not a painter for the people, but instead I admire my own work because I know why it needed to be created when it did.
They hang on my walls, the paintings...and I remember what I was running from during each of them.
Unlike poetry or music, the paintings can mean whatever you want them to...they don't need words to make sense.
I feel like painting a picture today because today I feel like running.
White, taught canvas gets a coat of graphite and eraser shavings.
My superman bowl is filled with tap water, and my "chill music" playlist keeps me company.
Sprawled on the floor, I see no need for an easel...actually I think if i had one it would be used to display other pieces I have already created.
Art is a way to escape.
Like writing words in a journal, colors leap out and grab white-space creating depth and questions that need no answering.
I'm not a painter for the people, but instead I admire my own work because I know why it needed to be created when it did.
They hang on my walls, the paintings...and I remember what I was running from during each of them.
Unlike poetry or music, the paintings can mean whatever you want them to...they don't need words to make sense.
I feel like painting a picture today because today I feel like running.
3.4.08
Pyramid
I made one today.
I made a pyramid of bodies in the middle of a tile floor with 25 people I know almost nothing about.
We barely have each others names memorized and yet we are comfortable enough to climb on top of eachother to form a human pyramid.
We did this in under 20 seconds.
I was proud of us really.
We thought of many things we could make in the time that we had to make something in.
We settled on a human pyramid.
I stood proudly at the top.
I wonder what the day would have been like if more people were brave enough to climb to the top of their "human pyramid". Part of the fun is the fear of falling down.
I made a pyramid of bodies in the middle of a tile floor with 25 people I know almost nothing about.
We barely have each others names memorized and yet we are comfortable enough to climb on top of eachother to form a human pyramid.
We did this in under 20 seconds.
I was proud of us really.
We thought of many things we could make in the time that we had to make something in.
We settled on a human pyramid.
I stood proudly at the top.
I wonder what the day would have been like if more people were brave enough to climb to the top of their "human pyramid". Part of the fun is the fear of falling down.
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