Still more of the reflecting…
You’d be forgiven for thinking I’d drowned in my own reflection. I promise I wasn’t gazing adoringly at my myself. I was up to my neck in mirrors though. Yesterday we had to submit our assessment piece for one of our electives.
I had an absolute ball with the whole project. It challenged me to look at things differently, change my perspective and my approach. That’s all good stuff for personal growth really and I’m always up for that. I lost myself in the pages of Robert Frost and stole a few of his words to print onto the mirror tiles. I reversed a the poem titles so that they could only be read in the mirror and felt well chuffed with myself.
I reflected upon the irony of the wisdom on the bathroom wall and resisted the urge to scrawl ‘for a good time call Kirsty’ on the tiles in texta. I thought about one of my favourite Frost poems ‘nothing gold can stay’ and installed all the gold stuff to the left so that by the time we read the end of the image there is only black and white.
On the vanity I installed the hairdresser which I constructed from the notes from the framing excursion that Marek and I took to Sunshine (with apologies to the Bratz lovers).
So, as far as the first assessment goes I’m calling this a win. I had an absolute ball, challenged myself and ended up with a whole greater than the sum of it’s parts. It’s full of heart too, yep – a win.
More creative spaces here.