So I got my SAC back today; A. :) The prompt was a picture of a dog wearing a wig; using the play; 'A Streetcar Named Desire' as stimulus...



Written Explanation;


The context of 'whose reality?' and the more specific visual prompt called for a specific response highlighting the way we can do things, say things, to change the perception of our reality to an outsider, even believing it ourselves, but the underlying core doesn't change. In this specific instance, the visual highlights the fact that no matter how you dress up a dog [ie a wig], it still remains a dog, and this is eventually discovered soon or later. As such I chose a series of blog entries [and online diary of sorts] to enable accurate portrayal of the elements I was attempting to convey.


Obviously written in a modern context, the language use matched accordingly, and also suited a reflective feel common to most diary-type pieces. Audience can be broadly attributed to students studying ASND as it is supposed to appear as a sample teaching aid, and such also has the purpose of providing more insight to students about the context of 'Whose Reality?'

The piece, trying to emulate the main themes of ASND also responded to the context of 'Whose Reality?' by providing the students with the insight of how one's reality can be altered on the surface, for others to see, yet eventually the ruse unravels, and the real circumstance becomes apparent.




 On 04/09/09 Mike wrote;
So I did the inevitable. Something which I'm sure was always coming. I mean still single at 35? For years the nightclubs and bar scenes have yielded no success, which is why I recently decided to go 21st century. Don’t get me wrong, I never envisaged such drastic actions, but these dire circumstances really did warrant it. I joined that dating website everyone seems to be raving about; eleysianfields.com. I’m not sure what is to come of this, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Knowing my luck, I doubt I’ll even get a response from anyone. Is it really so much to ask for a little companionship? Could life not get that little bit more enjoyable if I could just find someone to share it with?

On 12/09/09 Mike wrote;
One whole week. 7 days. 168 hours. I’ve waited, and yet nothing. Perhaps this foolish futile search for ‘the one’ is just not meant to be. Why do I put myself in these vulnerable situations, whin I know that at the end of the day rejection is inevitable? It hasn’t happened in the last 35 years, why should I have thought it would in the last week? The promise of taking a ride of desire through ‘Eleysian Fields’ is simply unjustified. It appears instead, that as with everything else in my pathetic life I shall be taking that trip to the cemetery alone. I think I’ve just pinned my hopes all too much on this virtual reality, when I knew it was destined to fail.

On 13/09/09 Mike wrote;
Perhaps I wrote that last blog a bit prematurely. It seems there may be some hope after all; Belinda. I don’t know much, but what I do, is her profile picture is mighty fine. I’ll admit things are in the preliminary stages, but she sure seems keen. It was suggested we meet? But I’m still not sure. Can I afford to be let down once again; put my heart on the line, only for it to be snatched up and spat out when I get old or boring or just not new? For now I shall take the precautionary steps and keep it virtual. I mean I’ve waited this long, what’s a few more days going to change?

On 14/09/09 Mike wrote;
I gave into temptation. Shoot me. What was I supposed to do? Just let an obviously interested woman slip though my fingers? I don’t think so! Besides, she’s only 29 and apparently grew up in those leafy suburbs we all hear about. What sane Altona man would actually pass this opportunity up? Not me, that’s for sure. We’re meeting at some bar in the city; she prefers the night life evidentially. Does it make me sound desperate if I say I can see myself with her? Well maybe I am then, but who isn’t these days anyway?

On 16/09/09 Mike wrote;
One word; amazing. How one woman can encompass everything I’ve been searching for I shall never know? From her radiant beauty, even in the dim light, to her obviously educated brain, there simply just isn’t anything to not like! How she hasn’t already been found and wed I shall never know? Obviously we’ve arranged to meet again. Huh! I would never have thought something so easy as joining some stupid website would bring so much happiness, fulfilment and overall joy in my life. Oh how I’ve missed that person to share things with; the being to share all your secrets to. I’m not sure about love at first sight, but Belinda Douglas, you sure do come close. How have I lived this long without you is a complete mystery to me.

 On 24/09/09 Mike wrote;
I remember the complete negativity of my attitude towards anything before I found her, and now it seems the same. How could I have let the vary precautions I created for myself be discarded so easily? Had I not learnt hard enough the last time? The blinding naivety of new found love, or lust, whichever it may be, seems to override everything. I blame human nature. Isn’t it only natural to take things at face value? To believe what you see? What you hear? But when push comes to shove, my idiotic faith in everything I read online, on her profile, is my own burden to bear. Grew up in Toorak? Sure. Only 29? Right. Have a high standard of morality? Sure.
 See I have a friend; a friend with questionable interests. Now these interests are not the topic of concern however, more worrying is the fact he recognised her, or more rather where from. See apparently there’s this men’s club called the ‘Tarantula Arms’, whose star performer went by the name of ‘Miss Bella’. Need I say more? Evidentially Mummy and Daddy lost the house in the financial crisis and wouldn’t pay her ‘allowance’ anymore. And so the poor old girl had to find a way to fund those shopping sprees somehow. I guess no matter what you say, you can’t change who you are or what you’ve done. As that saying goes; a dressed up dog, is still just a dog.


Not very interesting, most vague and pointless, yet still recieved an 'A'? Sometimes I wonder whether AND is all there? But hey, I'm not going to argue with the result. At least it seems there's one subject left with a respectable average.

H.