Shattered glass in my backseatI chose the metaphor I did because about a month ago on April 6th, 2009 I was in a car accident. It was my first car accident and it scared me to the point where I don’t like driving anymore. Although it may not have been a really major car accident it still scared me to that point. Thankfully everybody was okay and able to walk away from it. Even though it’s already been about a month it still feels unreal. “Did that really happen or am I having some bad dream that I need to wake up from?” I have a daily reminder when I leave for school and see my car just sitting there in the driveway collecting dirt and any leaves that get stuck under the windshield wipers. I compared myself to shattered glass because after that day I felt like my life shattered along with the back passenger window. Nothing seems to be going right and I’m always constantly reminded about what happened. My life feels like shattered glass its fragile, it’ll cut you if you touch it, and it’s hard, nearly impossible to put back together.
Something I did well was fading the image of my car into the image of the shattered glass in my backseat. I wanted to use both images to show what happened to the car and the glass that sits in the backseat day after day.
Something I could have done better was mess with the shattered image of myself to maybe distort it a little more.
The one difficult thing that I think I struggled with the most was where to place my shattered image because it seemed like no matter where I put it, it was in the way of something.
I love the final product I did what I was trying to accomplish, even though there were a few problems, it came out the way I thought it would.



















