Security

Before we enter into the world, our secure location is our mother's womb. My animation began with a baby, freely and happily moving around due to the security provided by the mother. As the baby grows it becomes more aware of it's surroundings and is naively excited about it's environment and is unaware of any danger. The baby grows and changes and eventually becomes an adult and conforms to society, wears a suit, etc. Ironically, he finally finds himself part of a different kind of security system, a prison, much like the womb from which he emerged. Trully, I think there is no real security, just the flase sense of it. Something unexpected can happen at any time that breaks a persons sense of security, but soon after they regain it.

Tied to Technology

Everyday I am surrounded by technology. There are wires and cables constantly at my feet and I am surprised at how quickly I have become accustomed to these foreign objects with which I live. When I wake up every morning the first image I see are my computer wires tangled on the floor like snakes. It is not often that I think about the physical and emotional ties I have to my computer, ipod, digital camera... , but I could not imagine getting along one day without using them for efficiency or having them constantly in my presence. These foreign objects are either attached to my waist, my arm, my back, or by wires to my ears for significant amounts of time almost every day and that makes me wonder whether or not they are becoming part of my being. As technological advancements continue to take over my personal space, and my time, they will most likely eventually become a part of my "self".

Beings Becoming Machines

The idea of humans becoming slicker, quicker, and more efficient due to new technology is absurd and frightening to me. The quirks and imperfections that people acquire or have naturally are more beautiful in my eyes than anything artificially manufactured.

As our modern world progresses the standards of beauty become much higher and natural human bodily functions and natural flaws are not tolerated. In this image I used some of my own artwork, mainly images of people who are very human and natural, contrasted with certain aspects of cyborg like creatures like cold empty eyes, smooth shapes, and technologically perfected skin.

Trapped in the Media Machine

I have a place in the media machine, yet it is uncertain where exactly I fit in. It seems that a passive consumer role is automatically given to me whether I like it or not. Often times, although I feel attached to this massive and often dangerous cultural mass of information, I find myself trying to escape it's grasp. Being constantly exposed to clever advertisements, ads, and commercials unwillingly, I feel overwhelmed and eventually numb from the sheer intensity and quantity of it all.

My piece illustrates my frustration and mercy towards the machine to which I am bound. Behind the machine is a faded interior symbolizing the way that the media creates an alternate reality for the consumer and causes them to somewhat abandon the real world which seems bleak in comparison to the bright and flashy one they have produced. I am the most colorful part of the illustration because slowly the advertisement world consumes me and in a way makes me a part of it.