Interpret

One article that I referenced to was http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2276752/Mobile-users-leave-phone-minutes-check-150-times-day.html.

It showed that many can't leave their phone alone for six minutes and check it 150 times a day!

Some phone users are so dependent on their phone it's almost like a vital organ, like a heart. 

That was the main symbol of my artwork and my poem- the heart. The heart distributes blood to the different parts of the body. Hence, by presenting a phone as a heart, it shows how firstly, the user relies on it heavily, and secondly, how it takes your blood, which represents your time and energy, and gives it to the "body parts" which can be shown as different parts of the phone (such as games, social networks, etc).

And after quite a while searching, I found this image that is really similar to my artwork :

                                                  
(credits tohttp://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUpfz6GMkB8/UOpGNpd1B_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/VhxF9bHT66Q/s1600/Slave+To+Your+cell+Phone-Mobile+Phone+Addiction-Cell+phone+slaves-Technology+slaves.jpg as well as http://bizgovsoc6.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/have-we-all-become-virtual-slaves/)

It shows how the phone has grown on him, and he can't get rid of it even if he tried. Really nice artwork.

Some changes:

Completely revamped my poem and artwork.

Suddenly had a new idea for poem: Here is the first draft and final product-

“Hearts and Wires”

He spent all his time

In his room

With his phone.

It opened his mind

To wonders he never knew

It was like a telescope

It showed him the world that he couldn’t see on his own

Instagram

It spread his ideas to the world

Twitter

It connected him to the world

Facebook

With the push of a button.

What an escape!

He just couldn’t stop using it!

He couldn’t.

Literally.

The wires-

They slithered out of his phone

And over time

They attached themselves to him

And they fed.

They fed on his time

They fed on his energy

They fed on him.

And slowly, he just stopped taking care

Of his studies

Of his social life

Of himself

He began to depend on the phone.

It was his new heart-

The vital organ

That took his blood

And gave it to the other parts of the body

Such as his Facebook, his Twitter, his Instagram

It had become his heart.

He didn’t notice until it was too late.

He tried to walk away

But the wires restrained him

Pulled him back

No matter how hard he tried.

But this time it would work

He told himself.

It had to.

He gripped the phone

That had grown over his chest

And he yanked out his heart

at one fell swoop.

It was painful

But it worked.

He began to feel blood flow to his real body parts

He was finally free.

He escaped from what originally brought him escape.

He ran outside-

But where was everyone?

He realised.

The other people were just as hooked-

The wires had gotten them too.

There was no other person to spend time with

Except

on the social networks.

It seemed like there was

Nothing else.

And the pain of yanking his heart out was getting overbearing.

So he slunk back to his room

Took the wires

And jammed them back into his heart.

The new poem makes use of imagery, as well as similes and metaphors. Perhaps it would work better as a short story though...

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My original artwork consisted of a drawing of a teenage boy who had a phone where his heart should've been attached by some wires/blood vessels. Only the phone was coloured and it was attached to a wooden controller (made of chopsticks) by coloured strings. Some areas for improvement were to increase the size and Mr Clive suggested that I do an artwork based on Da Vinci's "Vesuvius Man".


Here is the finished product:

Poem Draft I & II

Have completed poem's first and second draft today.

First draft: 

"My Best Friend"I tell him everything about me

He knows whatever I tell him

I feel lost when he is not with me

To me he is everything

If I am unsure I can talk to him

He seems to know it all

When I am with him

He updates me 

On others

Not a very good first draft. 

Poem title seems appropriate, but very common.

Second draft:

"My Best Friend"

I am the envy of my friends

They all wish they had a friend like mine.
When we are together,
I tell him everything-
where I've been
who I've met
what I've eaten.
He updates me as well
on others-
what they've eaten
who they've met
what they've eaten.
He seems to know it all.
I don't want to be with anyone else
but him.
Sometimes
he doesn't respond to me,
but all he needs
is to rest; to recharge.
When I am tired or upset
I can retreat to him.
I like to play with him
He can entertain and amuse me
for hours on end.
He seems to be able to do it all.
I really am the envy of my friends.
They all wish they had a phone like mine.

Second draft is much better. I just want to add some other points:
-indispensible, but not irreplaceable
-while others play outside, i stay inside to play with him
-when i meet up with him, his face lights up like a ______

My Artwork + Poem Theme a.k.a (My 150-200 words account) a.k.a Stage 1: Explain

 I have decided to base my artwork and poem on how modern technology (such as handphones,) have become indispensable.

One of my references, http://teenink.com/opinion/social_issues_civics/article/166619/How-Technology-Affects-Us/, says that

"Everyone has seen the moody, withdrawn kid with music blasting out of his white earbuds, or the girl rapidly texting on her phone. The youth of today are constantly immersed in technological advancements that promote nonstop communication and instant gratification, whether through cell phones, gaming systems, laptops, or MP3 players. But are these technological advancements a good thing? I believe that the growth of technology has negatively influenced the social interactions of today's youth because it isolates individuals from reality, hinders communication, and perpetuates the concept of immediate ­satisfaction."

In the past, a phone was a phone. It was mostly used for communication. However, in modern life, it is more of an entertainment device than a means of communication. While that may be a good thing, it "it isolates individuals from reality, hinders communication, and perpetuates the concept of immediate ­satisfaction."