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This is a reflection of me in the lake that is not far from where I live. You have to look very close to see the outline of my head. This was very challenging at the time of day that I was there. I kept getting blinded by the sunlight. So this is sort of a "blind shot" per say....
"Sensitive Artist" was just the same shot with ISO equivalent 1600 instead of 200. The difference didn't warrant uploading both.
[Straight from camera Basic JPG, shooting info under More Properties]
Hay PoW Camp Area Survey
Field School (1-5 December 2013) of Charles Sturt University's PKM366 'Site Survey Design' subject
© Dirk HR Spennemann 2013, All Rights Reserved
The Jars were full of potions for my emotions and ideas wrapped around them (literally written on note cards like for studying, chosen for that connection and taped around them), creating constellations of feeling. Each jar was chosen for its size to reflect how much I perceived myself to have of this emotion, and placed thoughtfully in relation to the others, depicting how they rank in value and daily applicableness to me, as well as how they rely on one another to be controlled or expressed. Ex: the purple jar is sitting a little below and behind the yellow jar, and at a fairly level placement to my core. This represents how my sadness is so prevalent all the time and purposefully hidden by my happiness.
This was so long ago and I has such a bad camera, I can’t remember all the color meanings or the notes on them, but I still have similar relationships with colors so I am guessing that this is the color coding:
Blue - Self Reflection
White - Peace
Red - Anger
Green - Desire
Yellow - Happiness
Purple - Sadness
Orange - Curiosity
Black - Fear
Pink (behind the planet) - Love
There were 9 specifically because 9 is a special number to me. It has spiritual symbolic meaning as well as being my birth day and month.
They were also placed above representations of levels of growth and their perceived potential for growth. The fact that they were all wilting at the end was a pretty great expression also, as my growth in all my emotions took a toll and started my descent into depression as I approached adulthood.