Weightlessness in Nature by Cornelia Konrads
Cornelia’s outdoor installations seem to give Mother Nature the finger with their brazen defiance of gravity. Suspended in time, her works often seem to be in caught in the middle of construction themselves, an act we were never supposed to witness.
|—||—James, 8th grade (via skillsfortheatreskillsforlife)|
Clearly, what it does to us is destroy us. Thats ultimately it. We strive, and strive for perfection which we all know is completely unobatainable, and when we cant reach it, we snap. Most of us, have devoted our whole or most of our lives to it so we’ve really got nothing else. When you’re left with no skills, no education and emotional damage that will probably last you til the end of your days, what do you do? You’re trapped. You reach the point of apathy, you care about nothing…no one. There’s an empty void where passion used to burn, youre left with an emptiness that consumes you. You think maybe it’s just your age, that it will pass with time, but time is running out. You’re trapped. You could try, but what’s the point? You just keep losing. At the end of it you’re alone, you’ve got nothing.. no one. You think, maybe there’s an answer that i just havent found yet. You’ve been searching your whole life, and found none. It’s ripped away the people you love, it’s ripped who you thought you were. Why do people feel the need to define you by your accomplishments, or the lack there of? Is it fair? No. Will it change? Probably not. There times when you think, it could all be over, in a split second, but you know youre not brave enough. What can you do? Youre trapped. Its like all of sudden being stripped of your flesh, and being left with the unfamiliariaty of what lies beneath. This is who you though you were, and it’s gone. You thought you knew yourself now, every moment feels like you’re watching yourself in a life you never knew existed in a body that doesnt feel like your own. But you cant get out. You’re trapped.
James Dean, 1954
the love of my life.