I’ve been on this whirlwind of excitement ever since finishing a little game called Life Is Strange.
What sort of significance does a game like this have for an artist? Allow me to explain.
If you don’t know anything about the video game, I would hate to be the one to spoil it for you; therefore, I’m not going to. What you need to know about the game is that it is heavily tied to the life and mind of a photographer (because the main character is one!) So as I was playing it, I was thinking a lot about my own practice.
Things have certainly changed for me as a photographer. Ever since graduating, I haven’t really been working on “art” so to speak. There are no real projects that I’m currently working on. However, that does not mean that I haven’t been continuously taking photographs.
It’s me, Carlos. Boy, the summer of 2017 has been quite a impactful one hasn’t it? In fact, it’s been so filled with memories that you’re having trouble writing this post, huh? Well, don’t fret. Baby steps. Just take this one thing at a time.
You know, last summer was one filled with work on work on work. You were slaving. Heh, but not this summer. You spent your summer doing the opposite, not working. Spending your days cooped up inside your parents’ house, in your childhood room, has been both a blessing and curse.
You’ve made a lot of memories in that room. And this summer, it just seems like you really embraced laziness. You managed to play through all of your video games—Murdered: Soul Suspect, The Last of Us, Okami, Life Is Strange, Watch Dogs, Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, Metal Gear Solid V, and Thief (all of which have brought hours of joy, fright, frustration, etc.)
I don’t think I have felt this conflicted in quite some time. There’s a lot to what I’m about to say so it’s going to be quite a bit of rambling (you’ve been warned.) I’d just like to get right to it.
After I came home to San Antonio from my college town, my mother introduced me to this opportunity. At first, you know, I wasn’t really all that interested in finding out what it was. It didn’t sound like something that would make my radar go off. But I went to inquire more about it anyway. I suppose you can blame that on my kindness, my restraint on judging before knowing, and because it was my mother who was asking.
Well, I went to a meeting on Thursday in late May for this company called Primerica. I wasn’t sure what to expect. All I really knew at the time was that there was some information from this meeting that might be useful, so I took it.
3:58am. I can’t get to sleep no matter how much I toss and turn in bed. I just want to fall asleep, but my mind is reeling. I just want to turn it off. I just want this pain to go away.
What pain? The pain that’s been plaguing me ever since I got back to San Antonio. It’s been nagging at me and I’ve just about reached my breaking point. I’ve been trying to cover it up with my actions, my excuses; all to no avail.
I’m a failure. I feel so lost and like such a disappointment. I feel amputated from certain parts of myself. I’m so lonely. I’m so conflicted. I want to cry. I have a blanket covering my head right now.
This is the first For the Artist in Me post, and unsurprisingly, I’m focusing on my latest project entitled Things That Last. This project is the work that I completed for my exiting semester of my bachelor’s degree (a.k.a my thesis work.)
Things That Last is an autobiographical book project consisting of illustrative photographs and short stories. The work was designed to be presented solely as a book; however, it has been formated for portfolio presentation too in order to present the general idea of the project (which you will see below as well.)
Without further ado, please enjoy into the work. Specifications for the artworks themselves are located underneath the presented work. All additional information (commentary, notes, statements, etc.) is located on the next page of this post.
Print sizes: 11×14 in
Medium: Archival Inkjet Paper