EXPERIMENTJessie Hester

LIFE AS

LIFE AS EXPERIMENT

Life as Experiment

Jessie Hester

Copyright © 2012 by Jessie Hester

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TABLE OF

ABOUT

POETRY

PROCESS WORK

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CONTENTSTABLE OF

EXPERIMENTLIFE AS

I want the unreality, what you see may not always portray a meaning, but merely

play with colors and shapes. My goal is to showcase my own theatrical art show

that exsists outside of a gallery, but within my home. The poetry exsists as mere

thoughts upon subjects viewed through my imagination.

ABOUT

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what itis it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be it would. You see?”— Alice & Wonderland

I can thoughtfully be my own

artist and producer of a theatre,

setting up a scene and adding a

plot, or some sort of twist to an

unexpected ending. The

photographic angles explored

within each setting, are taken

as an exploration to the scene.

I have chosen to portray each

layout almost as an exhibit

catalogue, in order to

showcase the photography.

Consciousness never clear, always wandering with fear. Will not

great, he sealed thy fate. Always piercing lungs with gas, finally put

him on his ass. He made the choice to his end, when huffing and

puffing put himself in.

Under Pressure

Lets be honest, she used to be my fondest. Her golden shower

held no power, to bear the fruit of my loin. Her ball and chain

was broken, not only had she spoken, but spread wide, letting any

inside. My ignorance will no longer be bliss, unto this day, I will no

longer miss.

HOLIDAY HO

Adorned with jewels for simple fools, she impresses as she

undresses.. Dirty habits never ending, loose change forever

vending. To turn back the clock, would not have been her

thought. Torn and disrupted, she will never be trusted.

WHERE FOR ART THOU

No prizes are won when using a gun, to honour another nations

demise. Broken and feared, they shed no tear, while ripping past

the lands avast. Forever remember the homes dismembered, forget

me not, I hope you rot.

WAR

UPTIGHT

To let go would not be so, I’m not giving in. Read thy mind and tell

thy time, and what thy future holds. Direction told, might be bold,

I loosen not this hold. Pondering thoughts, no lead be taught, to

unwind is not in mind.

To let go would not be so, I’m not giving in. Read thy mind and

tell thy time, and what thy future holds. Direction told, might

be bold, I loosen not this hold. Pondering thoughts, no lead be

taught, to unwind is not in mind.

UPTIGHT

A place in time, free from any particular design. Raucous and

gaudy, almost melancholy. Challengly juxtaposed, a little lingering

is imposed. Boundaries no longer cumbersome, feel free to stay

your welcome.

SPACE

Why love, do you push and shove; let me go, stop this show. The

bleeding sore that will not heal, my heart is yours, yours to steal.

Draw the curtain, be forever certain. For I am true, its about time

you take your cue.

BEING READY

Needing space, get rid of this place, not plenty to consume. Under

pressure cannot measure to this needed relief. Tied round your

neck, for the check, I’ll abide until I can hide.

SUFFOCATE

Without a care in the world she flips and she twirls, singing a sweet

lullaby. Feeling rather merry, with no inch of a feeling scary, sent

her on a tumbling aerobic sensation. Moving too fast, with candy

in her mouth bypassed, ended in a sticky situation. Next time she

leaps, remember to think, to postpone the flavor her ponytail

now savors.

ACCIDENT

Ghostly night, starlight so bright, sandman bring me a dream.

Don’t be dumb, he’ll never come, instead have a night in and

settle with some rum.

DRIFTING

An appetite for instruction, inspiring with her construction.

Details always great, pushes away any possible mates. Although

loneliness, it’s no bother, I suppose that’s why they invented

the dollar.

PICKY

Bright contrasting silhouette, sharpen my mystical set. Dances

between shape and color, fantasy filled with fitting flutter. Big,

small, wide, and tall, arranged or a subsquential fall. Almost

practical, hardly dull, but quite sunstantial.

COMPOSITION

Should of known better. I thought that fridge seemed wetter, about

half an hour ago. With the party already here, the time is now near,

and I haven’t the slightest explanation. No time to panic and lose

myself frantic, I should perhaps tuen this mess around. Perhaps I’ll

plan a demise, of food fight surprise, and banquish the need for a

deep freeze. No time to lose, put use of the booze, and influence

this dilemma. For the truth be told, on this idea I’m sold, because

there’s no napkins to fold.

QUANDARY

A memory held dear to pretend held no fear, reality was not

realistic. Though the time flies fast, once real, is now vast.

Interpretation, if played, is last.

ADOLESCENCE

DISCO

Glittering silhouettes prance around tears and sweat. Strategic

pursuit, a cliche to rupture, confidence that draws lovers.

Anticipating a moments debut, tensing muscles in need to

unscrew. Twinkling light casted off mirrored prisms, from the

silver ball mechanism. Social courage implored through stimulant,

sometimes acquired through means fraudulent. Fluid steps in

platform shoes, a coveted wardrobe of crescent hues. Electric

sliding that nobody judges, living it up till dawn approaches.

Assortment of hordes galore, portion of memories placed on the

floor. Plastic pieces handled with care, obtained by means most

unfair. May seem as trash, however treasure, qualities contained

that can’t be measured. Soundly they wait till nighttime embraces,

before deciding to move from their places. When morning arrives

they do not move, this behavior I must prove.

RESTLESS

Hoping to change a negative impression, through windows she

watches her obsession. Facebook stalking didn’t succeed, a

friend request he disagreed. Although his heart is already taken,

a watchful eye kept unshaken. In hopes to gain any acception,

with makeup and jewels she’ll change her complexion.

Once able to make an appearance, she must destroy his

girlfriends interference.

RESTLESS

Under the sea awaits a treasure untold, piled high with fortunes

of gold. Between castle walls the treasure dwells, so says a folklore

mermaid tale. Descend through waters deep and mysterious, if

such a hunt strikes your curious.

UNDER THE SEA

Do not shed tears, your cries are unheard, getting everything that

you want is absurd. Showered with jewels, trinkets, and treasures,

material items will never fulfill life’s pleasures. Be a good girl, let

your crying stop. If it ends now, I’ll buy her a lollipop.

SPOILED

WORKPROCESS

I have always been intrigued with still life photography, and prop

design. During my thought process, I couldn’t help but envision my

own theatre composed with different still life sets. I started to think

about the specific scenes I wanted to create, by writing down items

and ideas that I tend to favor.

Along with the extensive list of ideas, I started to dig deeper by

looking into the history of still life art and photography. I found

myself interested in the reasoning behind random placement of

objects, and questions came to mind such as, “What specific themes

were these artist thinking about?”, and “What unspoken feelings, if

any, did the items themselves portray?”

When my research had seized, I started to question myself about

why I wanted to portray something that I had no experience doing.

Alas, my content seemingly started to seep into my thought.

Construction of my themed sets started to come to life with basic

sketch ideas created for page layouts. Putting aside the questions

of ‘why’ and ‘what’, I started to work on the ‘how’, and make some

plans for composing my materials. I turned my focus to the physical

composition of the themes.

While writing and creating both the photography and poetry, I

learned a few things:

A) To use a professional camera.

B) How to make a lightbox.

C) Using my own imagery to form content

This entire process has allowed me to experience something com-

pletely foreign to myself, and opened up new projects for future

exploration. I would like to thank you for taking the time to flip

through my random quest of finding new ways of expression, and I

hope this book sparks your imagination like it has mine.