Bob never shuts up

Bob goes to School of Art and Art History on University of Oklahoma. He likes to collect, think and talk a lot. Join him on his epic journey of finding new (and old) discoveries on photography and more.SCROLL DOWN FOR CONTENT↓↓↓

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Stories of 10 people through 10 self-portraits.

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Experiments I

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jonas dahlberg slices memory wound into utøya island visualizations © jonas dahlberg studio, courtesy of KORO the 3.5m wide cut in the woodland landscape replicates the experience of something being taken away, reflecting the abrupt and permanent loss of those who died on the norwegian island on july 22, 2011. http://www.designboom.com/art/jonas-dahlberg-slices-memory-wound-utoya-island-norway-july-22-memorial-site-03-06-2014/

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The following pictures are and stories are taken from the announcement of Andrea Gjestvang as photographer of the year on Sony’s facebook. "Gjestvang won with her powerful series of portraits of youths who survived the massacre on Utoeya. Titled ‘One day in history’ the series captures the young...

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All of the lights.

Extra bright, I want y'all to see them.

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Where am I?

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Na ruševinah modernosti // On Ruins Of Modernity // 1

© Katra Petricek 2014

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5 weeks left in Norman. What happened to all this time?

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This is how Bob feels about his final project.

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Photo by Alyssa Hardy

My narrative response:

In Hiding

"It was a beautiful late summer afternoon and the whole family was coming together for a special occasion. Ruth was putting on her little black dress when her heart was suddenly filled with horror. She just realised that the man she fears the most will probably be coming to the family reunion. She really didn't want to face him, so as soon as his car started to pull over in front of their house she slipped through the back door, grabbed her flip flops and ran as fast as she could without looking back. After a while of tripping over rocks and stones she came across a bunch of hay stacks and after a quick examination of the area managed to find a spot where she felt relatively safe.

Ruth knew her family and possibly that man too would be eventually searching to find her, so she kept looking over her shoulder in fear and confusion, not knowing where to go, what to feel or how to overcome this situation she's in."

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It's November. I have trouble breathing when I realise there are only a few weeks until the end of semester. What is life?

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On fear. Bob is having a real hard time this last few days. Therefore - an inspirational video.

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To be honest - Bob has been busy exploring the great outdoors.

He loves it big time!

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Runaway

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Obviously bad news

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The chosen photo - Basketball Court by Katra Petriček

The awesome story by my wonderful classmate Susan Taylor

"She had been drinking. She had just gotten news that her father was undergoing surgery again and shortly after her heart was broken by her lover. She was already drinking before all of this, but continued to drink as she paced around her apartment. She was alone and felt this loneliness as an overwhelming urgency. She needed to be with someone—anyone. She couldn’t get to her family, they lived far away, and she called everyone she knew nearby with no answer. She kept feeling more and more alone with every answering machine recording that she listened to—but it was better than silence. That’s when the thoughts kicked in: maybe someone would come be with her if she too were hospitalized. She shuddered at the thought and knew she needed to take a walk.

She hurried outside and walked with urgency until she forgot why she was outside. She slowed her pace and focused her attention back to how alone she was. She again felt that maybe someone would come to her rescue if something bad were to happen to her. She allowed herself to be consumed with this thought and no longer aware of where she actually was. She was walking, but she no longer saw her surroundings. All she saw was the faces of those that would visit her when she was visibly and physically as hurt as she felt on the inside.

THUMP!

And everything went black.

The mugger had knocked her unconscious and found she had no money, phone, cards, or anything of value on her person. He felt disappointed: this was his first time and he didn’t even score a penny. He sat in weary thought for a moment wondering how his life had gotten to this point. He noticed she was waking up and he felt a sudden panic. Not knowing what else to do, he stabbed her torso until she lay quietly. He felt guilty again. He didn’t even know her name. He could easily leave her in the dumpster in the alleyway they were in, but he felt like maybe she deserved better than that. He took her body around the corner to a basketball court, ironically right across the street from her apartment. He tried to position her to look restful. She deserved that.

He never attempted to steal again in his life, nor did he ever speak to anyone about this event. He went on to find a job as a retail sales-man and became very successful.

She was less fortunate. Her friends all assumed that the phone calls they received the night of her murder were occurring because she had been taken hostage and that she had been held for ransom and because none of them answered the captor had killed her and dumped her body.

The police suspected it was part of a serial killing, and eventually captured the murderer they accused of her death.

Everyone she knew showed up for her funeral, just as she had imagined while she was still alive.

Her ghost felt terribly alone."

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Francesca Jane Allen

Girls!Girls!Girls!

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