{"id":3170,"date":"2015-05-08T19:07:08","date_gmt":"2015-05-08T19:07:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/astoryisnotatree.net\/?p=3170"},"modified":"2020-04-08T21:12:17","modified_gmt":"2020-04-08T21:12:17","slug":"repost-self-planet-draft-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/r6g.ad7.mwp.accessdomain.com\/?p=3170","title":{"rendered":"Mapping the Invisible: Self-Portrait \u2014 Self-Planet Map"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My planetary self portrait isn\u2019t looking so barren anymore.\u00a0 It\u2019s now more of a goofy collage than anything else, but progress is progress.\u00a0 One thing that could be tweaked, in addition to the rough edges on the photo clippings and the opacity of the background, is the link between signage and connector.\u00a0 As a whole.\u00a0 It\u2019s got to be more cohesive.\u00a0 The tone of this little environment isn\u2019t going to change much, and there are about a thousand more images that I\u2019m figuring out how to incorporate.\u00a0 But regarding the analog clock system that birthed this whole project, that<\/em> could be communicated much more effectively.\u00a0 The idea was that as you move clockwise from the orange line, the planet transitions from bright, warm childhood imagery (influenced by the secret Caribbean half of my genes and all my abuelita\u2019s weird Santeria mysticism) to something much darker, colder (in every sense of the word) and more horror-influenced.\u00a0 I\u2019m trying to communicate that I don\u2019t feel <\/em>any better off for having sat through sixteen years of school, and that my mind was a more pleasant place to reside in back when it wasn\u2019t so restless and cluttered.\u00a0 Really, this is my rendition of the \u2018never grow up\u2019 song from Peter Pan; adulthood is looming, and that\u2019s a scary thing.\u00a0 My map should reflect this by illustrating a clearer and more dramatic progression from Tropics to Gothics.\u00a0 This is my goal for the remainder of the project.<\/p>\n

For now, though, I\u2019ll give a little tour of the planet in its current form.\u00a0 The surface of the planet is just that, a surface.\u00a0 Starting from the orange line, or from the umbilical cord stretching across the Hudson River if you like, life is simple and pure.\u00a0 A bouncyhouse and a pedaled go-kart.\u00a0 By fifth grade, school was no longer inflatable or fun; it was a stone prison.\u00a0 But the warm vibes of childhood were still half-present, at least.\u00a0 Along the yellow path to that stone prison are the man and the goat that I photographed back in high school, on the side of a road somewhere in Cuba.\u00a0 Other notable residents of the yellow region include Oshun (who\u2019s basically the Afro-Caribbean Virgin Mary variant), and some nude ladies being baptized in the water (to signify first contact with the metaphysical, as well as the bodily revelations of the middle-schooler).\u00a0 The region between the yellow and green lines is home to the lonesome little boy staring into space, and another Santeria deity named Eleggua, god of crossroads and something to do with divine contact through drumming, if I recall correctly.\u00a0 All quite appropriate for my early days of drumming and terrifying uncertainty.<\/p>\n

By the time high school rolls around (green line), it\u2019s clear that the stone prison and all its stipulations are totally illusory.\u00a0 But you\u2019re still bound to them, sort of by law, and you\u2019re constantly being monitored.\u00a0 I chose to express this by attaching two guard towers to a guard tower, despite there being no actual prison.\u00a0 This is all happening on the colder side of the planet now, and it\u2019s all watched over by Danu, Celtic Mother Goddess, to offset Oshun\u2019s presence on the opposite side,<\/p>\n

The purple line to college runs across the Hudson River, past the black-cloaked Washington Heights Gatekeepers, past mom\u2019s old apartment, past dad\u2019s old apartment and the big evil mountain which I suppose is the Bronx.\u00a0 It ends at the north pole.\u00a0 Sarah Lawrence is in many ways less structured than the endpoints of the other three lines, so there is no structure.\u00a0 There is only a moping gargoyle with a bird growing out of his back, and some cigarette butts and a sad lady from an old painting.\u00a0 I do intend to build more on the north pole, as well as on the rest of the planet, and then maybe something on the water.\u00a0 I appreciated everyone\u2019s input today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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