I got lucky, my momma always listened to my oddities, absurdities and brilliance. Embracing my curiosity without judgment of my process. Allowing me to explore the art of cause and effect and my own path to understanding. Then I thought about all the other people in the world not as lucky without someone to talk to. Eaten alive by their thoughts and feelings without anyone to listen. Enslaved by echoes of things long gone.
My momma always told me, " The mentally disabled suffer the same form of social rejection as the mentally prodigious. Whether you're a genius or developmentally challenged; people don't want to understand you. As if your abnormality is contagious. Automatically your conscious is questioned.
When you feel rejected and in exile, communication becomes as undecipherble as a foreign language. Hablo pero no me entiendes!
Then I remembered something else my momma told me, "If people communicated… really listened to each other and responded thoughtfully; The quality of life as well as mental health would skyrocket!" That all those "crazy" people just needed someone to hear them out. So I started listening… to the bums talking to invisible strangers, to the street performers, artists, to anyone that was willing to share. Most importantly to listen to myself.
I was inspired to create, "The Confession Stand". We are your thoughts, your feelings wrapped up all into one collective, anonymous consciousness. This is a place for all those conversations you shouldn't have had to yourself. We're here to express everything with you by doing it for you. Fear, shame, twisted joy, love, anything you've felt that needed to be said but couldn't. We're here to empathize with your universe in hopes that you don't waste away in the past and perhaps those words will give someone else faith that they are not alone… that someone, somewhere understands. You feel me?
So send us your confessions. We chose an actor, shoot it and release it to the world. That's it!
My momma always told me, " The mentally disabled suffer the same form of social rejection as the mentally prodigious. Whether you're a genius or developmentally challenged; people don't want to understand you. As if your abnormality is contagious. Automatically your conscious is questioned.
When you feel rejected and in exile, communication becomes as undecipherble as a foreign language. Hablo pero no me entiendes!
Then I remembered something else my momma told me, "If people communicated… really listened to each other and responded thoughtfully; The quality of life as well as mental health would skyrocket!" That all those "crazy" people just needed someone to hear them out. So I started listening… to the bums talking to invisible strangers, to the street performers, artists, to anyone that was willing to share. Most importantly to listen to myself.
I was inspired to create, "The Confession Stand". We are your thoughts, your feelings wrapped up all into one collective, anonymous consciousness. This is a place for all those conversations you shouldn't have had to yourself. We're here to express everything with you by doing it for you. Fear, shame, twisted joy, love, anything you've felt that needed to be said but couldn't. We're here to empathize with your universe in hopes that you don't waste away in the past and perhaps those words will give someone else faith that they are not alone… that someone, somewhere understands. You feel me?
So send us your confessions. We chose an actor, shoot it and release it to the world. That's it!