Collages

It’s grown to be a very important metaphor for me to describe things today. Things could be anything, so I shall proceed to cite examples. The first being - me. I would say that like a lot of people of today, I am a collage. A collaged mix of different characteristics, beliefs, thoughts, views, experiences etc. I have been picking up different aspects of different cultures from the different places I have been to and lived in. That’s three times different, but it all comes together in one sentence. In the same way, I comprise of different pieces, some overlapping, some getting more attention than others and over the years, layers being added on. Somewhere along the way there have been pieces of me which have got covered up in the collaging process, which I may find only if I scratch at the surface and reveal what was.
The physicality of the collage lets me find so many answers to myself. The impulse which drives me at points may need to be accounted for by the pieces placed around it or additional illustration or decoration. Or, to simply focus on another part as soon as I sense slight dissatisfaction.
It is easy to do that, given that every time I walk down the road, or am stuck in my car at a crossing, there are so many things for me to see, sense and think about, and I choose to focus on what I feel is relevant at the point. My eyes (and directly my thoughts) can move from one thing to the stringing together some sense and sometimes none related. The most marvelous thing I feel is the ability to shut off all other things, for those few moments, and ignorance is bliss.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyaWw8rx7eQ

At various points multiple choice breaks out.
Ads. that lets me block out the rest of the choices and focus on one, fascinate me.