This week we focused on finishing our confession pieces, and presenting / critiquing them to the class. The project that i followed through with was the one that i alluded to in last weeks "project documentation post". My confession, in a nut shell, was that I am still bitter about something that happened to me when I was five years old. To perform my confession, I stood in front of the class, wearing awkwardly-fitting children's clothes, and vented. To prepare for the "venting", I simply wrote down a couple major points that i should touch on, like the story of what actually happened (this little bastard threw a metal fire truck toy at my head for no fucking reason), and how I met him over ten years later and still hated him without even really knowing him. before presenting, however, I didn't really "practice" the performance, for i felt that the more natural my expression was, the better, and more "real" of a confession it would be". Just as I didn't rehearse the rambling, I also refrained from trying on the small shirt i wore before the presentation. I knew it was small, but didn't know how awkward it would feel, making for a palpable level of tension between me and my wardrobe. My idea behind the small clothes was to represent the awkwardness, and childishness of holding a grudge of such an immature nature, into adulthood (Ironically, the most awkward part of the clothing wasn't wearing it in front of the class, but, instead, going to the thrift store to find it...in a way, that almost made part of my confession public). The language i used in the "speech", chalk full of "F-Bombs" and such, was very adult language, contrasting with the clothing...A very intentional contrast. Here are some pictures (Courtesy of "Danger" Dane) taken during the performance...
This week we focused on finishing our confession pieces, and presenting / critiquing them to the class. The project that i followed through with was the one that i alluded to in last weeks "project documentation post". My confession, in a nut shell, was that I am still bitter about something that happened to me when I was five years old. To perform my confession, I stood in front of the class, wearing awkwardly-fitting children's clothes, and vented. To prepare for the "venting", I simply wrote down a couple major points that i should touch on, like the story of what actually happened (this little bastard threw a metal fire truck toy at my head for no fucking reason), and how I met him over ten years later and still hated him without even really knowing him. before presenting, however, I didn't really "practice" the performance, for i felt that the more natural my expression was, the better, and more "real" of a confession it would be". Just as I didn't rehearse the rambling, I also refrained from trying on the small shirt i wore before the presentation. I knew it was small, but didn't know how awkward it would feel, making for a palpable level of tension between me and my wardrobe. My idea behind the small clothes was to represent the awkwardness, and childishness of holding a grudge of such an immature nature, into adulthood (Ironically, the most awkward part of the clothing wasn't wearing it in front of the class, but, instead, going to the thrift store to find it...in a way, that almost made part of my confession public). The language i used in the "speech", chalk full of "F-Bombs" and such, was very adult language, contrasting with the clothing...A very intentional contrast. Here are some pictures (Courtesy of "Danger" Dane) taken during the performance...
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