Thursday, April 16, 2009

April 16th 2009

I've been messing with some photos I took yesterday. In-depth analysis coming later. Right now, just logging hours and products. 30 minutes total




Title: The Golden Child



Title: Welcome to the Real World


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I've always loved photography, even though I wouldn't say that I'm particularily talented at it...But  my dad is an amazing photographer and I've always looked up to him in just about everything I do. These two pictures may not mean anything to somebody just looking at them, but to me they are very personal.  In the first one, The Golden Child, I realize that I have it good.  I am a good kid, with good grades, and a happy family.  I am not ungrateful in any way at all.  However, my sister has Achondroplasia and therefore has always gotten attention from my parents.  Which I don't mind, seeing as I'm not a big fan of being the center of attention.  But then she started getting low grades and I was doing exceptionally well in school and in sports, music, and art, which made her angry with me.  I stopped practicing the piano and I stopped sketching in my sketchbook for about 3 years because I was so afraid that she would hate me for doing well in it.  I decided not to go for a club soccer team and I almost gave up my academic career (but my mom forced me to take Honors classes and continue in my PACE program, which is a program for gifted children).  This all makes me sound like an amazing person who sacrificed so much, but I'm not.  I'm not superbly talented, I'm just slightly above average in a variety of things. Anyways, this picture was an expression of how I felt throughout those years.  The years when I didn't need help but my older sister did, forcing me to grow up by myself in a way.  I was the golden child that didn't get attention because I never needed it.  Nobody asked how I was doing cause it was never a problem.  But I'm okay with that because again, I know that I am blessed.

As for the second picture.  It was just a statement on how high school never ends.  It is something that is said frequently and I believe it to be true.  I will study until I graduate and then I will go to university, where I will study until I graduate there.  I will get a job and work and there will be the same drama no matter where I am.  And I will never have the time to do what I love the most.