Holly Smith
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The Holt of Moving Pictures
The human obsession with assorted pixels across a screen is almost enchantingly beautiful. Each original arrangements of small squares collaborating into the silhouette of Gru from Despicable Me on your baby cousin’s greasy iPad to Wonder Woman’s silhouette on the big screens of Hollywood. So many things to watch on so many devices. What does one even start? That’s where I come in, I guess.
By Holly Smith5 years ago in Humans
The Black Book of Cleveland, Ohio
When one is asked the ice-breaking morality evaluating question of: “Hey, What would you do with 20,000 dollars?” …They already know the answers they want to hear. Donate it to a charity! Pay off my parent’s mortgage! Start a business selling embezzled coat hangers on Etsy! This Sisyphean debate of what one could change with such a sum of wealth has never been an icebreaker I’ve indulged in, as I am not an avid ice-skater/ breaker or, in that regard, even speaker. I had always seen myself as one of those ice resurfacers that are driven by a no-name runner-up to the glittering ice-skaters who slice said ice with ease under disco-balls and stage-lights…what I’m trying to say is that I’m merely foliage in the grand jungle that is my work’s social sphere. I’m a nobody. I’m an ice resurfacer, to indulge in the metaphor.
By Holly Smith5 years ago in Humans
