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My father was harping on me about how absolutely none of the pictures I took in Japan have me in them. And after a quick look through the pictures everyone else took, there were maybe three or four in which you could actually see my face. And I don't quite get what the problem is.
Why would someone take a picture of themself when they travel? Is it to prove that they were actually there? But I was certainly there. Mum even washed a pair of pants with trash in the pockets all written in Japanese from when I could not find a trashcan. (I never did. It's still on the table.) I don't feel the need to prove it to anyone that I left the country. Really, I just want to remember what happened while I was there. So I only took pictures of the things I saw. I made certain that I was always the one handling my camera unless I was showing a picture I took. I want to keep visuals of my memories, as I saw them. I actually like looking through all the pictures, and seeing a crowded street, with the backs of heads of people I know and don't know, with no actual focus. It's what I saw, it's what I remember, it's what I don't want to forget.
I mean, seriously, the only time I saw myself was when I looked in the mirror to do my hair or brush my teeth. Or talked to someone wearing sunglasses. But 99% of the time, I wasn't seeing me. So I don't want pictures of me. Does that make sense?
I really enjoy my stained glass class. I don't know if it's just because it's my first art class since ever, or if I genuinely enjoy what I'm doing. But either way, I'll miss it once summer break starts and they force me out. I've been thinking about picking it up again on my own as a hobby, but it would be so expensive. The tools would be simple and cheap compared to the machines I would eventually need. Something to grind the sharp and bumpy edges off of a cut piece of class, something to cut the zinc borders around the windows and frames... I see them and use them almost every day, but owning one? Unlikely!
But um. Yeah. Every day after class I have a ten-minute passing time in which I can meet up with my friends and actually have time to hold a conversation. Stained glass always makes me a little excited, and I want to share with them what I was just doing. "Guys, guys! I'm making a frame. n _n" "That's nice, Leams." "Guys, guys! I cut a piece of glass today and it came out absolutely perfect, even though it was a curvy piece!" "God job." "I finally found yellow glass today! But it was ugly." "Yup." "I used the soldering iron!" Yeah, conversation killers, all of them. Oh well.
But the way, I'm etching glass right now. I'm spending three days just cutting out the intricate dragon I plan to etch into the mirror. Then I put the acid on it, and I can design a frame to put around it! I'm thinking reds, oranges, maybe greens, and some browns. It'll be my masterpiece. And even though I'm five weeks behind everyone because I joined five weeks late, I'm pretty much caught up. n __n I'm proud of that.
 Leamony · Thu May 17, 2007 @ 06:15am · 1 Comments |
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