I'm looking for a large expanse of grass on which i'll lie and a field of fantastic flowers through which i'll frolic.
today i went to michael's to find supplies to make my mask for gayla prom (it's a masquerade). i gave julie the idea of--instead of wearing a hat to senior walk, as her dress looks too much like a fairy's and will clash with a hat--wearing a flower wreath to senior walk. it makes her outfit look so much more sprightly.
but then i realized i don't want her to have a flower wreath--i want a flower wreath.
they make me think of dainty yet romantic poetry, orated and speculated philosophy, an abundance of emerald green grass, dew covering baby butterflies that zip around spreading dew to roses while pollunating them (i comprehend that this is an utterly and completely wrong--one could say, 'ironic'--image), smiling weeping willows, succulent freedom, sweet, honey-like words frothing from your mouth, and beauty and truth galore.
it's all just an image, as is it all a symbol.
everything's a symbol.
but my little arts and crafts project at the moment is entirely different: it will bring out the darker side of me. i'm creating a mask for the gayla prom masquerade. as of now i have a very angular, almost feminine, glove white mask, and two hot glue/dew covered vein red roses. the design for the mask will consist of half the mask covered in the rose petals of one of the roses, and the other half of the mask covered in strips of cut and torn paper. flaking, crispy, (burnt?), curled, jagged, peeling white paper. i suppose i will put the other rose in my coat pocket, for effect. to extents, it's very phantom of the opera, very dark romantic lover. i want it to say something about layers, about masks, about truth, about concelation, about mystery, about romance, and about the utter uselessness of it all.
these masks are continuums, as is sanity.
just as we're only able to concieve infinity in our minds, we can concieve infinite minds.
Paul Laurence Dunbar:
http://www.potw.org/archive/potw8.html
"WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes..."
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