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Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope…
I honestly waited until today to do Katie’s GDSP because I wanted my Star Wars themed picture to be taken on Star Wars Day. I’m sad, I know, but I kept dancing around all excited and answering the phone with, “Hello Catskill Art Supply, this is Jacci, Happy Star Wars Day!” so it was fitting. I could’ve pulled out my books and trinkets and stuff but honestly, I like the simple things better. I hope everyone had a magical Star Wars Day (even Trekkies, since we should celebrate space together and the fact that Pluto was once a planet and not worry about all the weird stuff fans have against each other. Which I don’t since I was brought up a SW kid, but my grandmother loved Star Trek- you shut the fuck up when William Shatner was on the screen- so I eventually liked both though Star Wars was my first love so it wins in my picture today.) Star Wars makes me ramble.
Let me tell you the story of how I hate SpaghettiOs. Most kids I knew growing up loved this stuff. All my cousins did, my siblings. So my Grandmother would cook it up and make us eat it. She was a strong Irish Catholic woman who had a tough love that you felt with a wooden spoon if you were bad. And when it came to eating foods, I was considered bad.
A lot of things make me sick. You wanna see me puke on the spot? Feed me tropical fruits like pineapple (even the smell of oranges makes my stomach turn). Or feed me SpaghettiOs. Something in them would make me throw it up right away. I remember her force feeding them to me one time, looking away for a second to see what my mother was saying to her, and coming back to me dry heaving up the last of the spoonful she fed me. Needless to say, after puking on her table, I wasn’t forced to eat them anymore.
So when Josepha decided we had to get dirty, I couldn’t think of any other way to do this picture. I have terrible ideas sometimes.
Max/Jax shaves her legs.
GDSP #10 was supposed to consist of something important to you-
When I was little, apparently I didn’t like the eat. I was more interested in doing things, staring at people, and making food art than I was in eating what was put in front of me. So my dad would place this on the table in front of my high chair and make it move for me. Amazed at the woman dancing, I would open my mouth and my parents would shovel food in. Some people had “airplanes,” I had my own belly dancer.
And for the record, this tasted of wood and ancient paint with a slight after of wine, mainly because I’m drinking it now. And it still smells like my dad’s pipe tobacco mixed in with the smells of my room.
For my GDSP prompt, I want you to think of a character. It can be your favorite, or one you remember vaguely from childhood, be it from a book, song, movie, comic, real life, Narnia, or your imagination. The choice of character is up to you. And I want you to really get in to this character, dress up as them, spend some time getting into their mind and feelings, listen to some Queen (since, as you know, Freddy Mercury’s doing this amazing project up in heaven), whatever you need to, until you’re really really comfortable in this character.
Then I want you to do the most mundane thing ever and take a picture of it. Think Superman eating cereal, Gerald Ford vacuuming, Lucy Pevensie washing her clothing, or Chewbacca changing the kitty litter. But you have to do this super mundane thing in your super awesome character costume (doesn’t have to be exact, colors can represent superhero clothes, etc). Lastly, make sure you put down your character and occupation so everyone can know who you are.
And for any of my followers who are not already doing the Guest Directed Self Portraits, it’s not too late! You can join at any point and do them in whatever order makes you happy.
So technically this image isn’t just from one day, as per the directions of mortalcompass. But I honestly wanted to get myself out of the house today so I’m not counting it as today’s photo (Day 258). When I sleep I’m a cocooner. I bury myself deep into my blankets so that I almost have no air. Its the only way that I can sleep, which makes it a bit difficult to share a bed with someone as I tend to claim all the blankets to bury myself in. I’m not the only person who has to mildly suffocate myself to go to sleep, I’m sure of this. But it does make for strange conversation when spending the night at someone’s house.
For GDSP #5- Noir
GDSP #5- Wax Tailor “Our Dance”
"If you really need to express something/ But I don’t know what it is I want to express/ Or how to express it."
I went back and forth on this one, couldn’t pick a song, picked too many, some were sad, some really happy. The thing is whenever people say music is their life, I fall in love with them. Its saved my life on numerous occasions (the last being a Perpetual Groove show that saved me from a 37th suicide attempt), it helped me to find a groove again when I thought everything had gone to hell. Its caused me to travel and meet wonderful people, to learn how to see sounds and hear lights. Hell, I love music so much that I used to just hop on tours with bands for weeks on end, roaming floor to floor or seedy motel to slightly upgraded hotel until the run was over or I had to return to college for a test. The furthest I’ve traveled for one show was 28 hours, straight out to Colorado from Woodstock for the Biscuits Inferno weekend. And I miss my days of touring a lot, but the truth is the music never left me, its still in my bones and calming my nerves, holding my hand when I get overwhelmed or start to cry from some extreme emotion. I can’t sit in silence, I go absolutely mad. So while I sat around going back and forth in agony over what to fucking use for Max’s prompt, when I heard these lyrics again, I found myself summed up for the moment. And I am okay with that.
Of all the prompts I might redo this one in video form with a different song on my day off, but this is it right now.
My attempt at Tanialee's GDSP, couldn't allow myself to just take a reflection only shot without throwing my body somewhere into it. Of all the GDSPs, this one scared me the most. Partially because I've finally come to the conclusion that I am attractive on some level so mirrors and I get into staring contests with each other, dissecting each other's movements waiting for a crack to appear. I may redo this somehow, but for right now I'm happy with it.
Guest Directed Self #3
In the winter, if you put me in direct sunlight I have a tendency to melt into walls, to disappear into white backgrounds without discretion. And while this wasn’t my absolute favorite from today, it was the one that most fit paleskinblueeye's directions. So I'm going to enjoy the melting into the wall part and get myself ready for work.
I’m really enjoying these guest directed portraits. This one is my take on Andrea's posting. I kept trying to get myself to do it earlier in the day, but things got in the way and so I decided to venture myself outside after an appointment and get naked. Because, really, I love being naked in nature. Even when its freezing outside. And I'm fairly pleased with how it turned out, even though I kept thinking cars were going to drive by and see me all naked up on this tree.
If tumblr murders this picture in the uploading, I’m apologizing in advance.
Molly Peck is spicing up my 365. Only I’m kind of terrible at following directions. Which is why I probably look like I’m going to cry. And my mouth is open. But I honestly thought about who I would forgive and came to the conclusion that it was myself. For all my faults and reckless ideas, I’m really not the bad guy in my life.