aun no tengo titulo who knows maybe that is the point of art hi diego
The sun,
I stayed up every night, till the birds chirped and the sun rose. Too scared to sleep, to turn off the lights, and my brain. I still don't know why the darkness made me so uneasy, but it was unavoidable, coming every night, and I dreaded it. At times, I still do. The light helped, peaking in though my window, letting me know it was okay now, and that I could close my eyes to rest.
The moon,
The time changed a while ago, and now the streets are dark by seven.Sometimes the street lights go out, and it's just me, and the moon. No one else is on the streets, because it's not really that safe to be out. But I take my chances, and know that there are worse places I could be. Everyone warns me. Be careful Megan Megan be careful Megan you have to take care of yourself. I know I do, but that has never been something that I've been very good at. I can walk around like I know the place, tricked into believing I'm not afraid, but I look down at my shadow, to make sure no other shadows are keeping me company under the dark blue sky.
And the stars:
I also never really understood how other people could be afraid of the dark. I was afraid of things that I knew were waiting to jump out at me when I fell asleep, but those things came in my dreams. I mean, I like the dark. It can be peaceful and magical at times, showing you new things that you don't usually take note of. There comes the clashing helplessness and wonder; the difference between night and day; the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Yesterday I went to a light show with Diego.
He surprised me by taking me to a new exhibit in Las Condes. We saw the light play tricks with the dark, change colors, and alter perceptions. Completely fascinated, I listened to the guides kind of corny explanations about light vs darkness. The first thing we saw were long metal strings in a cylinder made to look like fireworks, attracting our eyes like moths to a flame. I desperately wanted to touch it, but you know the rules, "no touching the art".
Colored hands in a black and white room.
As we made our way further through the exhibit, we entered a dark room full of fog and a projector. It gave the illusion that we were in a movie, a black and white film. Seeing the smoke dance on the pillars of light, I felt like a star, fame of the fifties. It was like we had been transported out of Santiago, and were now on film, actors with grand imaginations. I didn't want to leave. As the tour continued, we went into a room that was all different colors: pink, blue, green, yellow, orange, it reminded me of the color run. As I danced to Hotline Bling, Diego laughed and recorded my Drake dance moves. I don't know why the rooms looked the way they did, but it was probably in honor of Drake *the legend*.
The next two rooms were special.
The entry ways were pitch black, and I wondered if Diego was afraid of the dark. As we walked into the first room, there were strobe lights blinding and blinking along with a fountain of water. The guide explained that the water was supposed to look frozen in time. Darkness hiding the beauty, making it possible, so that every flash produced a new image, and I just wanted to get closer. I kissed Diego in the strobe lights, missing his lips half the time. After a minute or two, Diego looked like he was going to be sick as he made his way to the door. I figured it was time to move along, but not before I took one last picture. CLICK.
The next room was also black in order for our eyes to adjust to the next exhibit. It was all about perception, which is something I haven't been able to stop thinking about lately. How I perceive things, and how to see the good, the bad, the point of it all. Just like the way you can see something differently in the light or in the dark. I guess that is the point of art, to show you things you've seen before differently, to transport you away, make you forget what is going on outside, to play on your fears, and expose beauty in ordinary things, like metal and water.
The exhibit ended with a kiss and more of my Drake imitations. Thx to Diegis, master date planner. Without him, I would have slept more, but life would be more lame. U RULE BB.
I stayed up every night, till the birds chirped and the sun rose. Too scared to sleep, to turn off the lights, and my brain. I still don't know why the darkness made me so uneasy, but it was unavoidable, coming every night, and I dreaded it. At times, I still do. The light helped, peaking in though my window, letting me know it was okay now, and that I could close my eyes to rest.
The moon,
The time changed a while ago, and now the streets are dark by seven.Sometimes the street lights go out, and it's just me, and the moon. No one else is on the streets, because it's not really that safe to be out. But I take my chances, and know that there are worse places I could be. Everyone warns me. Be careful Megan Megan be careful Megan you have to take care of yourself. I know I do, but that has never been something that I've been very good at. I can walk around like I know the place, tricked into believing I'm not afraid, but I look down at my shadow, to make sure no other shadows are keeping me company under the dark blue sky.
And the stars:
I also never really understood how other people could be afraid of the dark. I was afraid of things that I knew were waiting to jump out at me when I fell asleep, but those things came in my dreams. I mean, I like the dark. It can be peaceful and magical at times, showing you new things that you don't usually take note of. There comes the clashing helplessness and wonder; the difference between night and day; the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Yesterday I went to a light show with Diego.
He surprised me by taking me to a new exhibit in Las Condes. We saw the light play tricks with the dark, change colors, and alter perceptions. Completely fascinated, I listened to the guides kind of corny explanations about light vs darkness. The first thing we saw were long metal strings in a cylinder made to look like fireworks, attracting our eyes like moths to a flame. I desperately wanted to touch it, but you know the rules, "no touching the art".
Colored hands in a black and white room.
As we made our way further through the exhibit, we entered a dark room full of fog and a projector. It gave the illusion that we were in a movie, a black and white film. Seeing the smoke dance on the pillars of light, I felt like a star, fame of the fifties. It was like we had been transported out of Santiago, and were now on film, actors with grand imaginations. I didn't want to leave. As the tour continued, we went into a room that was all different colors: pink, blue, green, yellow, orange, it reminded me of the color run. As I danced to Hotline Bling, Diego laughed and recorded my Drake dance moves. I don't know why the rooms looked the way they did, but it was probably in honor of Drake *the legend*.
The next two rooms were special.
The entry ways were pitch black, and I wondered if Diego was afraid of the dark. As we walked into the first room, there were strobe lights blinding and blinking along with a fountain of water. The guide explained that the water was supposed to look frozen in time. Darkness hiding the beauty, making it possible, so that every flash produced a new image, and I just wanted to get closer. I kissed Diego in the strobe lights, missing his lips half the time. After a minute or two, Diego looked like he was going to be sick as he made his way to the door. I figured it was time to move along, but not before I took one last picture. CLICK.
The next room was also black in order for our eyes to adjust to the next exhibit. It was all about perception, which is something I haven't been able to stop thinking about lately. How I perceive things, and how to see the good, the bad, the point of it all. Just like the way you can see something differently in the light or in the dark. I guess that is the point of art, to show you things you've seen before differently, to transport you away, make you forget what is going on outside, to play on your fears, and expose beauty in ordinary things, like metal and water.
The exhibit ended with a kiss and more of my Drake imitations. Thx to Diegis, master date planner. Without him, I would have slept more, but life would be more lame. U RULE BB.
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