Click, flash, edit.

Continuing with the gathering photos to create visual representations for each day documented in the diary. I've never before kept a diary so religiously, so reading back at it, its very interesting to observe my reactions to events. Often something happens, I have an emotional reaction to this, and it is then forgotten. But by writing it down, and then illustrating it with an image; in some cases seems to blow it out of proportion, making the emotion exaggerated. 


Reading through it and viewing the images simultaneously, I found that it makes me sound very paranoid. Each thought and emotion throughout my day is usually a quick 'throw-away' kind of affair, that would never usually warrant observation or scrutinising over. 

This brought me to a book titled 'Day to Day Data', which is 'An exhibition of artists who collect, list, database and absurdly analyse the data of everyday life.' One piece of work in particular which stood out, is Therese Stowell's 'Emotional Stimuli and Responses Over 24-Hour Period'. Her work takes the form of complex charts and diagrams from data she gathers over a 24 hour time period. 'I wanted to discover my own predispositions and neuroses, and how my environment shapes my emotions. Does one particular emotional state dominate my day? Or one particular emotional trigger? Am I petty? Judgmental? Do I obsess? How does London impinge on my existence?' (Stowell 2005: 68)




I feel this project has become a very exaggerated view of my personality and I'm anxious to know how a stranger would imagine me, having read my diary and seen my images. It seems unfair that it will be so easy to judge me in a negative light from this.


I was thinking about this whilst walking down The Prince of Wales pier in Falmouth and kept hearing snippets of people's conversations. It seems that I have made public a 3 week snapshot of my life, and maybe I could make it even by stealing 5 words or so from some conversations belonging to the public. I could then record my first impressions based solely on what the person happened to say as I walked past.