obsidianblaq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- like a machine i wrote this entry a long time ago. july 19th, 2003 to be exact. over a year ago. but while researching Aguste Rodin for background influence on my 5 major works in art this year, i suddenly remembered it. i'm hoping to turn it into one of my major works. what i want to do is make a paper mache bust. and then cover it with clay to make it smooth and skinlike. finally, i want to create something of a circuitry running through her skin. my dad found me a wonderful little box of resitors and chips and leds.. and stuff. everything i could want for my intent. gotta love having a dad who once built computers and a mom who keeps everything. the theme i'm going with for my major works in art is humanity. human emotion, purpose, desire, life. exactly what each is going to be... i don't know. anyways. this is the entry that inspired it. like a machine could you live like a machine? keep everything inside, showing no emotions other than what you "should"? (finger quotes here, come on, do it with me) you know. always be happy. smile and nod, do what you're told, never straying outside the invisible barriers society has put up. at least not in the public eye. could you feel the pain, the bitter pain that cripples the weak and leaves them twitching on the floor in a broken heap, begging for mercy, begging for their mothers to save them? not even the weak. stronger people. could you feel it, and then reach out, grab it like something that could possibly be tangible, tuck it away in some part of you and walk on without the slightest hint of a limp? could you feel the hope, the hope you've held since the first day you opened your eyes and realised there was a whole other world out there, waiting to be touched, waiting to be seen... could you feel that, and not break into a smile? could you feel the love, the seemingly elusive love that lives between the lies of humanity? could you let it take over, ensnare your soul, body and mind, push you to the limits, etch the line between pain and pleasure in the shiver running down your spine... could you feel it and not say anything? could you feel. but never bend, twist, shudder or break? take everything you were ever given and hide it away. could you live, see, learn, breathe, love, touch, take, care, and strive to be everything you ever wanted, and not break? the machine could. the machine does. but humans aren't meant to be machines. 2:52 p.m. - 2004-09-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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