This was the prompt for our Self Portrait Sunday event a few weeks ago. It took me awhile of just simmering with the theme to come up with an idea. I usually do this if there’s a prompt driving my work, rather than an internal expressive need to create something specific – I think about it a little in loose terms and then wait. Eventually, something will come that *is* an internal expression… and if it doesn’t, well, the prompt wasn’t my bag, baby. 😉
Once I realized what I wanted to do, the rest of it fell into place, including the setting, details (clothing) and the words I wanted to accompany the image.
It’s good to have a strong foundation, a balanced support system, and complimentary characteristics.
My guys were good sports and very patient as I developed the idea, and we tried a few variations of the pose I wanted until we found the perfect one.
In the end, there were a handful of silly outtakes that show how much fun we had. I am very pleased with the end product – but for us, the process was just as rewarding. <3
If people never did silly things nothing intelligent would ever get done.
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The best things in life are silly.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.
~Edgar W. Howe
Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead?
Bonus: Write a note to yourself 10 years ago. What would you tell your younger self?
(Prompt Author: Jenny Blake)
Dear Year 2011 Lotus:
I have this writing prompt, and I’m supposed to write you a letter from the past giving you advice, after I think about us five yeas from now. This is all kind of weird, because I have no idea what we will be like in five years.
I kind of don’t want to know… isn’t the fun in the journey? And what good does it do to know the end before the actions? It seems more important to take action without knowing the exact outcome; let’s just travel the path, you know?
Maybe this is part of my problem, though. I think this might be an insight into my poor planning and life goal issues. You think? Nah, me either.
Anyway, you are only about 11 days away from already BEING. Writing you a letter with advice is WEIRD.
But I’m a good sport, you know? (You totally know.) So I sat here and daydreamed for a little while about our flying car and the robot who will obviously be cleaning our house. (Isn’t that what happens in the future?) Basically, I just had my head in the clouds about us having our head in the clouds.
So I guess what I want to tell you is that you probably only have, like, 4 more yeas of boring road driving left before you take to the air in 2015.
Wait. Technically you are in the future, too, aren’t you? Whoa. Wait, WAIT. That means in 11 days (when you will be born) FLYING CARS WILL BE AVAILABLE.
I am so excited I could shit.
See you soon! I hope you know how to fly a car.
Lotus 2010 (squee! omg so excited!)
Crap. I just re-read the prompt and it totally didn’t tell me to write you a letter at all. It told me to give MY CURRENT SELF advice about the year ahead.
Please burn the previous letter I sent you. And have fun in your flying car without me.
(You could have written me a letter to the past and invited me for a ride in your damn fancy flying car. Don’t worry, I know why you didn’t. It still hurts.)
Highly Disappointed Year 2010 Lotus
Dear Year 2000 Lotus:
I just got this writing assignment where I’m supposed to draft a letter to you. (Yes, writing assignments. Still.) But I know better. I’ve seen too many movies and shows that outilne, detail, and show explicit examples of the folly of talking to anyone from the past, especially oneself! I am thinking, perhaps, that the author of this prompt is unaware of the DANGER that lies in constructing notes to the past, or having any contact with it at all, and that makes me sad.
Somebody hasn’t seen Back to the Future.
So, basically, I refuse to tell you anything, but don’t worry. Everything will turn out the way it’s supposed to. And you will become the you that is me now. (Duh.) Which really isn’t so bad, anyway.
There are hurts to come, sure. But isn’t that, well, life? And all the good and the bad have had equal hand in making you the you that is me, and the one that will be us later, too.
I’m going with the idea that it’s going to be okay in the end. Remember all the pretty and ugly things come together to make the what is, and we can’t do much better than just appreciating that fabulous dichotomy.
PS: It’s better to look to the future anyway. I hear cars will fly there. (Shit, forget I said that!)
Because his giggling is infectious and you all deserve to have some of it.
It is as if he was trying to headbang, tell you jokes, laugh, and give a speech all at the same time. Gotta love a toddler. Especially one with dried baked bean sauce around his mouth. Classy!
And I promise he wasn’t on any drugs, and I had not given him any candy or caffeine of any sort. That’s just “Everyday Braden.” 😉
And, oops, I turned the camera off right before he was going to tell you to leave your comment on this post so you can win $50 of merchandise!