WASH 2011: February 2011

Relaxed

Original Composition

Mourning/Dispair

Original Composition

Our group chose to use squares instead of dots and we were the only group to do so. Our theme was emotion, which we portrayed through body language.

We had to critique our end product, and here's what we came up with:
Craft of Documentation: 4
   We felt like our photographs came out very well. Our only issue was that mine were not the correct size.

Negative Space: 3
   Our group didn't make any kind of back drop for the photos, but we thought the natural background worked out for most of the photos.

Squares: 4
   We thought we did a really good job with the boxes. They weren't flat squares, but they worked out very well. It was a lot of fun thinking up positions and formations to match each composition.

Human Element: 4
   Even though the boxes hid our faces, we were able to convey the emotions that we wanted in each picture with body language. Having the boxes cover our faces actually worked out to be more of an advantage than a disadvantage. It gives off a certain feel that wouldn't have been there if you could see our faces.

Theme: 4
   We thought the theme, emotion, was pretty clear and was easy to pick out in all but 2 of the photos.

Group Process: 5
   Our group works really well together. We're all open to trying each other's ideas and listening to everyone's opinion. We also agree with each other on almost everything, so deciding on different elements of the project was fairly easy. We never got into any arguments, and we worked quickly and efficiently together. I love our group!! :)

When I first met you, I had no idea that things would eventually go the way they did. You were just “that guy I met that one time.” You were a joke to me. I couldn’t take you seriously at all. It was obvious that no girl could. I had my sights set out of my league, and I hardly noticed, or cared, that you even existed. I had no idea that you thought so much of my friendship and appreciated me so much, or even at all, and I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to see it. And when I finally did see it, I regrettably tried to avoid that fact as much as I could because I didn’t see you the same way. My thoughts at that time were: “Me? With him? HAHAHA Hell no! Like that would EVER happen! Eww, what a joke!” But somehow, we became good friends. When I was bored, I would text you along with my other good friends. When I saw you at school, I would smile and greet you excitedly in the same manner that I greeted the rest of my friends. I started talking to you a lot more and realized we had a lot in common. We liked the same kind of music, had a similar sense of humor, loved the same kinds of foods, watched the same kinds of movies, and liked to do a lot of the same stuff in our free time. We had our differences too, but we understood, respected, and appreciated our differences. We weren’t exactly the same, but that imperfection was what made us so perfect. Our similarities worked out and our differences did too; like when we’d order pizza, and you would take my mushrooms and I would take your jalapeños because I can’t stand the thought of eating fungi and you hate spicy foods. And we loved to share our similarities and differences too. The more we talked and got to know each other on a deeper level, the more we wanted to talk and find out more. Talking to you became an addiction that I couldn’t go a day without. Then I realized I liked you back. I could tell you cared about me, and you respected and protected me. I felt comfortable and safe around you, so I opened up more. I told you about family problems, friend problems, and personal problems I had never shared with anyone else before, and you supported me the whole way through. You would encourage me and get me going again whenever I would give up on anything you knew was important to me. You would make me smile before I could cry myself to sleep, and you always cheered me up when my parents made me cry. Whenever I hated myself, had no self-esteem, or let myself believe I wasn’t worth anything, you would remind me that I had lots of friends who cared about me and tell me that I was more amazing than I could imagine. You helped me through one of the hardest times of my life, and it wasn’t too long before I couldn’t imagine life without you. We spent so much time together and told each other everything. No matter what happened to me during the day, you were always there for me with comfort and encouragement. I loved how much you cared about me, so I took every opportunity that I could to help and support you, hoping you would see how much I cared about you too. Some way or another, we always managed to have each other’s backs. We were best friends, closer to each other than anyone else. I knew it. You knew it. Everyone could see it. All of our friends said we were made for each other and wondered why we weren’t going out yet. I wanted to tell you how I felt so badly, but I wanted you to tell me first. I gave you multiple opportunities, but you never took a hint. It didn’t bother me much though because I was already so happy with the way things were. After a while, I thought you would never initiate anything, so I figured I would have to do it myself if that was what I wanted. I loved you and cared about you and wanted to tell you, but I never did because I was too afraid to lose you. Our lives had become so integrated that I knew I would have nothing without you. Everything in life reminded me of you in some way, so I knew I would be miserable if anything ever happened to our friendship. I wanted more than friendship, but decided the possibility of losing you wasn’t worth the risk.

I don’t know why I thought we could go forever being best friends, but I regret never telling you just how much you meant to me because I ended up losing you anyways. I’m not sure what happened to you or why you decided to stop talking to me out of the blue that day, but you shattered my whole world. The one person I could tell everything, who I could always depend on, who was always there for me, was suddenly the one making me cry. I needed someone to comfort me, but I couldn’t even talk to you, the only person who used to help me through everything, because you were the one hurting me. I was lost, alone, scared, confused, and heart broken. I’ve tried multiple times to ask you what I did wrong, apologize, and restore our friendship, but you only resist my efforts. You just pretend like none of that ever happened and that we’re nothing more than acquaintances. Now I pretend just the same because it’s the only way to stop the pain. We used to be best friends, but now we hardly even acknowledge each other’s existence. I don’t know or understand what happened, and I don’t think I ever will. Sometimes I wonder if hiding my feelings was a mistake. If I had told you that I loved you, what would have happened? Would you have stayed? Would you have it back? Would you have been happy? Would you have been scared? Would the same thing have happened anyways? Would you just run away and pretend like we had never been friends? Was that outcome inevitable? Or could it have been better? Could we have stayed friends? Could we have been together? Could I have actually been talking to you instead of pathetically writing about you? Everyday, I wonder if you ever think about it, if you ever wonder the same thing, and if there’s anything you regret never saying or doing as well. I ask these questions everyday, but I’ll never know the answers because we both played it safe, too afraid to cross the border of our friendship.