Chino Otsuka : Imagine Finding Me
Chino Otsuka uses photography and video to explore the fluid relationship between the memory, time and photography. At age 10 she moved from Japan to the United Kingdom to attend school. Her experience of becoming familiar with a new place, a different language and new customs while she was developing her adolescent identity has profoundly shaped her work in photography, video and writing. Her series Imagine Finding Me consists of double self-portraits, with images of her present self beside her past self in various places she has visited. As Otsuka says: “The digital process becomes a tool, almost like a time machine, as I’m embarking on the journey to where I once belonged and at the same time becoming a tourist in my own history.” - via AGO
I am unexpectedly weepy looking at this.
gosh that’s… moving in a really gentle kind of “mother your inner child” way…
It’s so good that I ALMOST SCROLLED PAST IT because I assumed they were just regular pictures
1. It has been seven months since I kissed someone and over two years since I kissed anyone who mattered in the least.
2. I don’t believe I am capable of being loved. Just as much as I don’t believe I can truly love someone else and love him for the rest of my life. Because I automatically think that anyone I like will be turned off by me, so I shut myself down. And I know I’m young and I still have time to meet someone beautiful and great, but. I think of these things I don’t believe in and how love doesn’t apply to me nonetheless.
So don’t tell me that I’m being silly.
3. I isolate myself like nobody’s business. But it is because I genuinely feel I cannot connect with people.
4. I always want to give up, which really just means take the easy way out. So I sleep away a day or two until I’m fed up with myself and meekly return to civilization. But life doesn’t wait for anyone and I can’t catch up. Ever. So the cycle perpetuates.
5. So many songs written about love, it makes me sick. I’m not a romantic, in the slightest. I don’t believe it’s real. No one can love anyone unconditionally. And it’s just not for me.
6. This list is pointless.
No feelings are final, but all feelings are cyclical.
So, do you ever really move forward?
Because who’s to say that you’ll make it past every bump in the road? And what is “making it,” even? Just surviving? I don’t call that a victory. I call that “functioning organs.”
I am stressed about everything and care about nothing.
Sadness is not beautiful,
not all all.
It’s ugly and twisted and miserable.
One can’t help but imagine that there is only so much suffering that a person can handle before they implode…
especially if the injuries are self-inflicted.
So having the rest of my life to deal with myself isn’t a happy image/thought/reality.
I don’t care enough about myself to change the miserable circumstances that I box myself in.
if i lay here
if i just lay here
do u think i’d still pass all of my classes