Project Brief 1

 

 

 

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The Hollow Men, T.S Eliot 

‘We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.’

 

 

 

 

Throughout this project brief I illustrated my self as an ant amongst a giant nest, an insignificant speck on the face of the earth. Think about how many people are on that 7am train in the morning heading towards the city, all going about doing the same exact thing; day in, day out. The Hollow Men details such monotony is intense and great detail, a morbid read which thoroughly demonstrates a society based around monotony. Hence, our sense of self and our identity in such a world is increasingly vague and oblique, as illustrated in both my first video and the photo titled ‘vague’. The second video demonstrates the everflowing nature of the world, that although people come and go, it will always flow.

 

 

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