|The face bone's connected to the... necklace bone?|
dress worn as a skirt - Old Navy // red shirt - Target // belt - Kohl's // heels - Indigo // watch - vintage
I've always been the artsy type. I'm a literary nerd who can't remember life without reading, and I've been fortunate enough to have had a pretty steady stream of great English teachers (and when I didn't, I just filled in the gaps with my own love of language and writing). My mind is full of "useless" quotes from books I've read years ago, or shows I've seen with clever dialogue. Scattered around the house are old folders and notebooks full of stories and drawings from my youth, ambitiously begun but for the most part, unfinished. I'm a photographer, a doodler, and a dress-up-er. I've always had a "weakness" (though I don't really see it as such) for beautiful things - feathers, rocks, marbles, jewelry, and hats just being a few of the subjects of my collections throughout the years. Sticks and chairs should probably be in that list too. Hey, to each her own [slightly-mad collection], right?
I'm positively horrid at math. History is interesting to discuss and debate, but mostly I'm caught up in the beautiful period clothing and romanticised accounts of the Victorian era (and onwards through the decades). Recently, however, I've found my interests branching out. Still including my beloved "soft" subjects like language and art and dreaming, but growing wider to encompass a strange new fascination: science.
Science was always mildly interesting to me as a kid. I like understanding how the world works, what animals come from where and why some have claws and fur while others hide behind plates of armour and poison. But in the past few weeks I've been actively interested (not in my actual science classes, mind you. Sorry to say it, but my teacher is somewhat less-than-inspiring) in learning about human anatomy - why our body parts work so elegantly together, and how truly fragile the system is at the same time. One tiny imbalance can make the whole body fall apart, and yet humans keep surviving.
It began while I was talking with my mother about college. She's a chiropractor, and was describing to me a human anatomy and dissection class she took in chiropractic college. I was very curious to know if a non-medical student would be allowed to enroll in such a class, because while I find the subject fascinating, I don't really have a desire to become a doctor or other medical practitioner. My mum didn't know, but all the same I remain fascinated. My family's library is home to a plethora of old anatomy books, which I will likely be reading once this blog post is finished. It's a very weird feeling, to want to memorize bone structures and systems and factual things, but I think there's a certain beauty in it. The abstract, thoughtful element of humanity is amazing, but so is the concrete here-ness of fingers and skulls and eyes, all connecting to create the necessary physical vessel which carries the abstractions which I so love.
This is a completely different direction from anywhere I've ever held interest before, and it's slightly alarming. Maybe more than a bit scary, because who am I if I'm - gasp - logical? But art and science both require an attention to detail which I've always had (sometimes to the point of annoyance) and I believe they can fit together beautifully.