I am profoundly deaf. Seriously. But God blessed me with the ability to hear things subliminally. Most of the time this "ability" causes some embarrassing moments. I can be in a room full of people who are conversing about something and I'll "hear" one of the comments (subliminally) and a few seconds later spit out a sentence identical to what one of them said a few minutes earlier, as if it's my own thought. Then people either laugh at me or get annoyed. It's a source of embarrassment for me, but I've kind of learned to laugh it off, depending on the people I'm with at the time.
Today this ability paid off in a very weird way. I was working through the task of naming my phot for the art show (the stairs that go nowhere.) I don't want to leave it too ambiguous, because I doubt anyone could figure out what the story is, but neither do I want to lead them directly to what it is. Some of the ideas were...
On Scene
Out of the Ashes
All That Remains
Sirens
Stairway to Nowhere
I kind of liked "Sirens." I walked to the opposite end of the room so I could get an opinion from people I don't get to talk to that often. I started talking to them, unintentionally interrupting their discussion about some guy's last name they couldn't remember. While one girl was scrolling through her iPhone looking for the name... I asked them if they liked any of the names I had thought of. So we were basically having two conversations at once. I'd spit out a possible title, one would say no, the other would say yes... and back and forth. At one point in the middle of all of this, the girl found the name of the guy she'd been looking for... which was "Dwarfin" or something that sounded like that. She said the name while we were tossing about my ideas and my ears heard what she said as "ORPHAN"... and there is how the name of my art show photo was born.
The title of "Orphan" fits in so many ways. The family is orphaned; The house is gone therefore the stairs are the Orphan...
It gave me chills.
Wonderful choice!
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