The premise of my zip lock bag project:
I was the one with the balloon. The zip lock bag was actually one my friend gave me for my birthday (at one point in time it was filled with cookies), and it said, "Yay 20 years old!" on it. Inside the bag were 3 items. One was a dream catcher earring my dad bought for me from our favorite place on earth, Glacier National Park. Another item was a keychain with a few dog charms on it that my mum bought for me. And the third item was a piece of a earring I used to wear. It was a seattle mariners logo, but the needle part broke off so I know I just keep the little trinket. And my oldest brother gave me those mariners earrings. I guess you could say the bag represented myself. Those things inside were representations of not only my favorite things (Glacier, Mariners, my dog, my native american heritage), but also the relationships I have had throughout my life which have shaped me and made me who I am. And I decide to tie a birthday balloon to it as a means of transportation. I realize that if I really want to accomplish my goals in life, I cannot stay 19 forever. The balloon (aka getting older) is a way of taking me to different parts of the worlds and enabling me to experience new things I have never experienced. Another element to the whole thing was the idea of conceptual balance. The balloon will not be able to take the plastic bag anywhere if it is too full of heavy things. Just like I cannot not move forward in life if I am caught up in destructive relationships with others. Things will go in the bag and out of the bag as it moves around and follows an unpaved "path."
My other bag was a bag full of "garbage," but really they were all things that could be recycled. There was an aluminum can, some cardboard, and a plastic bag. On the bag I wrote, "HIDE IT IN HERE NOBODY WILL SEE IT." I don't really want to say what this means to me, because I think it can mean different things to different people and I don't want to take that meaning away from them.
side note: I just realized that this bag is sitting on my desk, will probably be discarded of in the next week when I clean my room, and the chance of any human other than me seeing it is pretty much zero. Yet I still think of it as if something that can, "mean different things to different people." Funny how these imaginary people exist in my head, yet they still exist enough for me to feel uncomfortable with the idea of taking something away from them.
Back on track: I found it really amusing that it was one of two or three bags that no one spoke of in our critique. The idea of hiding something, or itself, translated into practice I guess. But it could have just been a coincidence who knows!
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