I’m Not the Creative One, My Mom Is. Can’t She Do It For Me?

 

Damn Daniel. Back at it again with them blogs.

Anyways, ahem.  When I watched the Kress videos, I thought a lot about our need for the different modes. As humans, we would never be able to just rely on words. We need movement. Our brains are wired to be attentive with many patterns and colors and sensitivity. I thought about our needs for things like that…and when Kress said something about how words are like broken sentences, like stopping mid-sentence and trying to guess what the other part said, I thought how very true it was. As I commented on Heather’s post (which was pretty great), I really correlated what I learned in psychology about the cognitive aspect, to what Kress explained. The different things that we need, the visuals, the auditory tools, our taste and our touch–those are all aspects that I think should be presented when it comes to composing a multimodal.

I like to see things that are typically outside the box. But when it comes to me doing them…eh. My mom’s the creative one, and she does so many beautiful projects. She decorates the house with a lot of things, and for most of my projects, she and my dad always helped me. Unfortunately they never passed down those creative genes to me. But in all honesty, I know that there has to be something in the back of my mind that would even surprise me.

See, I like words, but I like imagery, and so books are amazing to me, and I really don’t need pictures because I imagine everything in my head. Hence, why I never put pics on my blogs. I know, how boring. However, I do crave moments where I want to hear what I’m analyzing, so I look at videos. I did create a podcast last year about kids who work around the world, and I specifically focused mine on kids who have to dig up jewels to make jewelry. I’ve done graphs, but that perhaps have been the most minimal of all areas. I have done fun science projects, with the help of my dad. Sigh. Clearly, I’m not that independent.

However, I’m excited to learn more about what we’re going to be doing. It’s scary because I put myself in a close-minded place where I don’t think I’m capable of doing anything that creative. Which sucks because everyone is very creative and they come up with these genius plans where fairies can suddenly fly, and I’m here feeling like Thumbelina and wondering where my wings be at.

Fun stuff.