these are my confessions

Tennis the Menace Ball - This would use tennis balls (which are pressurized) as a metaphor for the pressure my father puts on me in tennis, my choices in life and plans for the future. I would bounce a tennis ball demonstrating the pressure that builds and then I would cut a straight opening in it (and in some way incorporate the tennis ball and what I would like to say to my father) Then I would resume bouncing the ball showing that if I relieve the pressure and break the seal I fear our relationship wont work anymore, like the ball.

A Love/Hate Prescription - This one would use the medicine bottles for the I am prescribed to attempt to show my opinions (and facts, i.e. heredity) as to why I have to take them. I would alter the bottle labels and put candy or some other alternative inside to attempt to show how much I hate having to take medicine to be the me I once was was without them and still truly am but I guess at the same time show how thankful I am that I can take them to help.

1 800-Gu(il)t(less) - This one would deal with guilt, specifically the guilt(or lack of guilt) I feel for my continued lack of communication with an aunt who has severe cancer and probably less than a year left. She has never been nice to either my sister or I and has done little but criticize us (and my parents) for being independent and opinionated. Though my sister has guilt and wants to inevitably visit her i feel no desire to feign pleasentries with someone who has never been pleasent. I would go about this with dialing her number but in relation to time...