Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Journal entry 2: Stitches

In this segment of the graphic novel, for a brief scene we see a contrasting switch in the way that Davids' mother carries herself while around Mrs. Dillon at the bridge club event. We can see her eyes through her glasses for the first time and speaks in a sing-songy tone, unlike the previous barking and door slamming seen previously. It is a different side to her that seems to only come out when she's in the presence  of Mrs. Dillon. My question to this is, is it really Mrs. Dillon who has this irresistible charm to everyone who she meets, similar to a Marilyn Monroe affect, or is Davids' mothers admiration that of something a little greater? We see David fawn over her, but he is an eleven year old boy and his mother is not.
The imagery on page 146 and 147 leads me back to my investigation of the relationship between David and the fetus from the hospital. The series of images starts out very shadowy and we see that the frames view points start out in a slightly low angle shot, becoming more close up in each frame. David is alone technically and he is facing himself in the mirror, looking more into himself rather than at himself. We see an over the shoulder shot of David looking at himself in the mirror, and the reflection is shadowed darker than david himself. To this it can be inferred that David sees this darker side of himself, and at the same time he's trying  to find himself. As he looks at the growth on his neck more and more he begins to imagine the same fetus from before growing inside of it. No longer is it chasing him, it is inside of him, it is a part of him. The fetus is very shady and dark and elusive as well and I believe it is because David is struggling to understand himself and who he is, is he like this dark, trapped, growing fetus? Who is he? These images can be read as a great demonstration of the conflict of self vs. self. The images are not very detailed and the just focus mainly on david and this fetus with little background.

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