On the last day of the year, of the decade, two projects fit the contemplative mood.
1. Illegal Art invited people to write down what they left unsaid in 2009. It would be nice if the NYT had included more from the project, because the included pieces make me want to read more. It's interesting how little snippets of strangers' unspoken conversations can be so poignant.
2. My friend ks is co-creator of Before I Die I Want To..., which is a simple but fascinating endeavor. She takes Polaroids of people as they're finishing that sentence, then asks them to write it on the bottom of the photograph. Seeing other people's goals, hopes, and dreams is oddly motivating.
One project looks at the past, the other toward the future. Both of them have me excited for a new year, a new decade, a fresh start.
1. Illegal Art invited people to write down what they left unsaid in 2009. It would be nice if the NYT had included more from the project, because the included pieces make me want to read more. It's interesting how little snippets of strangers' unspoken conversations can be so poignant.
2. My friend ks is co-creator of Before I Die I Want To..., which is a simple but fascinating endeavor. She takes Polaroids of people as they're finishing that sentence, then asks them to write it on the bottom of the photograph. Seeing other people's goals, hopes, and dreams is oddly motivating.
One project looks at the past, the other toward the future. Both of them have me excited for a new year, a new decade, a fresh start.
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