I stumbled across this today and I think that it is fantastic. With a few simple photographs this project is so moving and thought provoking. Turning the questions on the viewer is such a simple idea, but it works so well.
The subjects hold signs depicting questions that each has had posed to them personally— some by strangers, others by loved ones, friends, or colleagues. Presented on white wooden boards, the questions are turned on the viewer, shifting the dynamics under which they were originally asked, and prompting the viewer to cast a reflective, self-critical eye upon themself, revealing how invasive this frame of reference can be.
You can find the whole project here, definitely worth a look:
Theres no more time for fairytales Innocent eyes have a hard time seeing the lighter sides to every story Crimson eyes shine out upon a damaged world
There are secrets we keep, Longings we hide away
Im still not convinced about the princess and the pea Ive got a hard time believing a frog could be a prince And Rumpelstiltskin seems the only real story
If I was Peter, would you be my Wendy? What does that even mean? Lets fly away, never grow old We can befriend Indians and mermaids and spend our nights fighting pirates (that sounds a little too close to reality)
Beauty and the beast, what a heartbreaking story Perhaps that will lend us all a bit of hope - or a reality check The ugly duckling, now that is a story with a good twist We can all be swans! Yeah right, we won’t grow white feathers and fly into the sunset
Fairytales were written for optimists, they are breeding them young Id like to think I’m an optimist, But looking at some stories without innocent eyes Breeds a pessimist in the best of us
Where is my happy ending? All the expectations we are now programmed to expect Maybe this is why boys play with sticks as swords And girls want to be princesses and wait in towers
Summer is over, I think someone forgot to remind the sun It glares down at us all shuffling about our business, Teasing and taunting The call of the wind whispers to us we are alone There is a loud crack as something inside snaps, No one else hears it.
Trains are filled with absent, distant glances Their chosen tunes blare in their ears drowning out the lonely call Everything is always over too quickly Nothing ever really lasts, remember the time we tried to trick the waves? I wonder perhaps if the winter laying on the freezing grass of a soccer field, dreaming of softer things will ever amount to nothing
Clumsy in the delirium caused by your scent Ill fumble and you’ll fold We’ll hide away from the outside world Turning our blankets into tents and our hearts into stars We’ll light a fire with our flesh and bath in its warmth
One day, just like I know I will, you will wonder too We’ll recall the nights the rest of the world were fast asleep Ill touch my lips and remember somethings missing The way we dance and the songs we sing will be the anthem of this winter
Lets walk further then our feet would intend Get lost in cities we cannot pronounce I don’t mind being cold so much, not when I’m in my favourite jeans Ill quote Shakespeare and study the endless, wishful constellations in the sky Because I know the same dreams exist in your eyes
Ill hold out my hand to you, something small yet too big too explain Ill trace the edges of your love and hold the secrets in my heart Ill kiss you just right, mostly because I know you cant stand it When the night closes and you’re fast asleep Ill race the fast approaching dawn to my rest.
I am still holding this secret inside Its breaking and crumbling, rotting away I think sometimes it almost fades Till it finds some new thread to seep And launch itself once more upon my mind
Sometimes it seems less real Sometimes it could all just have been a dream Something pretend, less then whole
Dramatic leaps of a pain I cannot name shoot from someplace deep inside It could be that there is a part of you still hiding in me If only I could find where you are concealed Anything to be rid of you, to be free
I wake to find myself trapped inside a cage built of less sacred things then should exist Its stinging my edges and piercing my frame
Worlds screams at me from the outside Till I retreat further within Building walls thicker then oceans And stronger then stone I am keeping them out By trapping me in.
Ill see your touch through a glass window And wish I could feel your warmth Ill yell louder and press harder I want you to hear me, I want you to feel me
We will lie together under the stars Because we knew we would We will lie together as the light streams through Because we knew we could
This haunting constant reminder These walls that kept me safe They keep me hidden, keep you away I want to let go, I want to be free
I wonder if I broke into a thousand pieces If the cracks would then show If the light could then glow Break me first then piece me back together
Mend the pieces but leave out the cracks Dont let the dark get in Keep the pains and the hurts out of the glue Dont use broken nails Heal me like new, heal me like fresh
I long to be free, I need to break free
One day I will find you, One day I will be free.
I’ll keep walking in a dream Look to the skies and wish on the stars