Okay, so I’ve been messing around with this “scorpio death” thing, and let me tell you, it’s been a wild ride. I basically wanted to see if I could, I don’t know, simulate it? Recreate it somehow? It’s more like an experiment than anything else.
I started by just, like, gathering information. Reading up on everything I could find about Scorpios – the astrological sign, not the actual animal. I wanted to understand the symbolism, the traits, the whole “death and rebirth” vibe they’re supposed to have.
Then, I brainstormed. I was thinking, “How can I show this?” I considered a bunch of options. I even toyed with the idea of a performance, a theatrical something. But it felt too, I don’t know, pretentious?
- First idea: drawing a picture. It felt too simple.
- Second idea: a photo series. Nope, didn’t have good equipment.
- Third: writing a story. I am not good at writing a story.
Finally, I decided to build something. Something small, symbolic. I grabbed some stuff, and started messing around. I found some old, broken clock parts, and I thought, “Perfect! Time, cycles, endings…” I added some dark fabric scraps, some dried flowers (kind of morbid, I know), and a little plastic scorpion I found in a toy bin.
I arranged everything in a small wooden box I had lying around. It wasn’t pretty, but that wasn’t the point. It was about the process of creating it, of taking these disparate elements and combining them to represent this concept.
The Assembling Process
I carefully glued the clock parts to the bottom of the box, trying to make them look like they were shattered or stopped at a significant moment. Then, I draped the dark fabric around them, creating a kind of shadowy backdrop. I placed the dried flowers around the edges, representing decay and the passage of time. Finally, I positioned the plastic scorpion in the center, like it was overseeing the whole scene.
It’s not something I’d put on display, honestly. It’s more of a personal thing, a reminder of the cycle of change, of letting go of old things to make way for new ones. It was about the act of doing it, the physical manifestation of this idea that had been swirling around in my head. It wasn’t perfect, but I made it, and that’s what counts.
