In high school, I asked for permission to decorate a bulletin board that had been empty for months. I remember dragging out all my art supplies, my Bjork cd’s and a boombox to create my bulletin board in the hallway after school. I couldn’t have been more excited. I probably should’ve thought, “Because I do things like this, I have no choice but to be a high school outcast.” but I didn’t really care. I just had to keep creating. Empty bulletin boards need to be filled, so I filled the space.
And this is what I made:
This was a huge bulletin board, maybe 4 x 8′? I don’t know. It was big. It wasn’t very well received by the student body. Maybe putting my words/art/soul up on a giant board in a well-trafficked hall in my small town/small-minded high school (where I was already known as the weirdo) wasn’t the smartest idea. I overheard students laughing at it (and me) several times. I don’t think I’ve even looked at this image since high school because it made me feel kind of embarrassed. It was like I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes I just have to do things like this regardless of what people think and they aren’t always kind.
Now I look at it and think “Man, high school was rough. And I was brave.”
The world so BIG, spins through the
universal sky, suspended upon BIGGER dreams than
we can dream. Try to capture the whole
world in your unsteady hands and it will BURST,
like an untouchable bubble . . .
Let the world
spin its own dreams and
dream your own, while tiptoeing
upon the perfect
surface of this suspended