FMX 210 Sydney Poniewaz

 For my Somewhere Project, I put myself in the movie Midsommar. I was proud of the lighting and color matching, but I want to revisit this project and add more context to the photo. 

I, like a lot of people, hate the dentist. Over the summer, I had a cavity drilled and took this photo for my mom. To make light of a less than fun situation, I decided to use this photo for my black and white to color project.  

Using photoshop and the masking tool, I created six different versions of myself in my dorm room! This project was difficult because I was taking the photos by myself, so the camera moved a little bit. 

 During my first month of college at The University of Tampa, I felt pressured to go out to clubs. Every time that I did, I didn't have fun; There was always at least one creepy guy that harassed me and ruined it. I told my "friends" one day that I didn't want to go out anymore, and they told me that what had happened to me was, "just what happened when girls go out". 

  My autoscopy is deeply personal to me- it depicts me as not only an object being grabbed by hands in all directions but also as just a statistic of sexual assault. 1 in 3 women will be assaulted in her lifetime.  100% resolution jpg, 1.1 MB 75% resolution, 427 KB 50% resolution, 209 KB 25% resolution, 149 kb 0% resolution, 63 KB gif selective 64 colors, 101 KB gif restrictive 4 colors, 39 KB gif selective 4 colors, 156 KB gif selective 32 colors, 425 KB

 This project was extremely difficult for me. No matter how many things I changed, I never felt like the calligram looked like me. I am still proud of my project and think it looks cool, it just doesn't really look like me. Here is the original photo:  For this project, we were also asked to write a letter to ourselves in 20 years. This is what I wrote: Dear 38-year-old Sydney,  You’re almost 40… ew. The fact that a 40-year-old version of myself will one day exist may or may not have triggered a 30-minute panic attack anticipating the first gray hair I find or the first wrinkle on my face. Maybe the vanity in this statement will seem childish to you; I hope that there’s something in your life that makes your physically fleeting body feel irrelevant or at least less bothersome. I really can’t fathom who I would be in 20 years. Honestly, I’m still figuring out who I am right now. I hope that every morning I get to wake up and do something that I love. I’m not exactly sure...