This is my final edit of my silhouette. It shows why the man got into the cocaine business, to get out of his neighborhood, where he was constantly challenged to karate fights. He had to survive in his hood and as he grew older, he couldn't fight as well as when he was young, so he had to find another way to make money besides underground fights. His solution was the cocaine business. He knew it was risky, but he had to find a way to live and since he had connections, the drug trade was an easy solution. So he moved to a nice neighborhood and disguised himself as a normal guy who worked at a laundry mat. He found a wife and they had kids, but she never knew how he really made his money, until now.
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This photo creates emphasis in the whiteness of the polar bear, and also the man's lost relationship with his partner. They used to dance and spend time together like the polar bears, but now he is estranged from his wife and his kids as he sits and stairs at the polar bears dancing and begins to weep. He had to flee towards the north pole to flee from los federales. It's not easy being wanted, as Kermit the Frog sang. He wishes that he could hear that song, but unfortunately there isn't a way he can listen to his music in this barren wasteland.
This is a photo of a man walking on the beach in Costa Rica. The silhouette helps to tell the man's story of sadness and divorce.He had a happy marriage,but that was too long ago to satisfy his emotional being, all he can feel now is the loneliness of his soul, which is magnified by the empty beach where he once again walks alone, and basks in his emptiness.But he knows that his family leaving him is his by own doing. He knew that dealing with his drug empire while on a family vacation was risky, but he had to fight for his important Costa Rican territory. And the hard edges of the rock in the background emphasizes that it's just him and the rock, an inanimate object that isn't capable of emotion, it's also ironic because the rock has a similar texture of the illegal drugs he helped to distribute behind his family's back. All he has left is the empire he built, but somehow it's not enough, and he knows that it will never be enough. He walks and tries to come up with a way to get his family back.
This is a great photo because it captures the emotion of the harp lady through the contrast of the sunset, where the ground has a very warm yellow and orange color, and the sky has a very cool blue color. The contrast captures her emotions of happiness and sadness that are happening simultaneously and brings about the feeling of emotional confusion. So in the midst of her emotional confusion she must bring her harp to the hill she went to as a child to think about her husband's current situation in attempt to clear her head. But the emotions keep ricocheting throughout her head, she found out her husband's horrible secret, which makes her want to play the harp longer, but she knows that playing the harp won't solve her problems. Nighttime is coming, and the tears rolling down her face are getting colder and her hands start to hurt, because the strings on the harp are getting harder, all while the wind blows through her hair, which is the movement of the photo. She stops playing and watches as the sun sets in the horizon.
This photo contains contrast because the mountains are betwixt the dark hills in the foreground and the sky in the background. The grass in the foreground is a line that helps to guide the eye to the mountains in the background. The White Mountains give a one point perspective of the sky. The mountains also creature a hard texture compared to the hills, grass, and the sky which all give off a smooth texture. And lastly, the mountains create a triangular shape. These white mountains are also home to one of the biggest cocaine operations in Costa Rica.
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AuthorMike. What else is there to say? He represents all we pursue and does't ever sit on the pew. Keep on fighting, that's his motto, he can help you through the battle. Keep him closer than you think, for he is never touching his sink. Why not love what isn't to say, I can't help but think of him astray from all of the wondrous perfect nothings that whisper to his testament. |