Hi guys,
Sorry I havent been posting much, life's been busy and well.. honestly I've just been trying to figure things out. In the months that i haven't been around, i've been roaming around, always looking down. Things like that. (Yes, that was a Kings Of Leon reference)
Anyway, recently i went to the museum of arts and science for a photography exhibition. Recently i've been a bit of a photography snob, so going for that kind of thing really helped me to discover what i liked and what i didn't (in terms of the types of pictures and stuff), and it was also pretty interesting to see into a few years of someone else's life.
While i was walking around the exhibition though, i kept hearing footsteps. The strong, yet solid "thump thump" of new Ontisuka shoes, walking around, pausing every few seconds to stare at a portrait, compared to the soft "tap tap" of my flats, and the shuffle of kids shoes, accompanied with the sound of pram wheels on a wooden floor and the sound of high heels.
I love wooden floors. They amplify sounds so well, be it in a guitar or a violin, or even the floors of a silent exhibition. I dont actually know why we have to keep so silent in exhibitions, it makes it harder for me to focus when there's not much sound to drown out. I couldn't help but listen out for the resounding steps of the sneakers just walking around. To be honest the exhibition was more of an auditory one than a visual one for me. I can't remember most of the portraits and pictures, but i can remember the sound of footsteps, and i can remember what was said while looking at the pictures (notably: "wow. my anaconda dont" in reference to a picture of a lady with a snake around her neck, and " man i really want a big print in my house in the future" in reference to a huge ass blurry picture of scenery )
Maybe it's just me, and honestly, a photographer would probably scoff at me and call me "ignorant hipster scum", but i honestly loved the experience because of what i heard and not too much of what i saw.
It made me think about how footsteps have personalities, and if we spent time to sit down and hear the sounds around us, we could find out quite a bit. The thing is, there's too many sounds in the world, ironically, so we constantly ignore them and just move on with our lives. I'd like to think i'm more curious than nosey, but i really enjoy listening to other people: their stories, their lives, and as of recently, their foot steps.
For example, you can tell from the sound if a couple is walking around. You hear thump thump, then you hear tap tap tap, followed by more taps, and a few more thumps. I found that really interesting. It's the same as when you hear a family walk by, especially if they're tourists. You hear high heels, or the tapping of flats, followed by the sound of little feet running around or a whines of a child who cant understand why on earth adults would drag him into a room where they have to use their "inside voices", and why they're starring at a blurry picture of a mountain and the adults are commenting on how "artistic" it looks.
Maybe i'm just slowly going insane and just overthinking the entire thing. Footsteps shouldn't mean this much, should they? I might just giving false profound meanings to things i just pick up on. Probably an auditory learner thing. But then again, i cant really see feet the same way again, knowing that they're the doors to personalities.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but i think footsteps are where your entire being leaks out and stains wherever you walk.
just rambling i guess. See you guys again soon. :)
Best wishes,
Audrey.
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