Because you're expecting a picture of me, I can push my identity pretty damn far before you lose it.
Sometimes I just want to document my body. In my 20s I have long hair. In my 30s my neck starts to wrinkle. My gut grows and recedes. The camera doesn't care.
And sometimes I use the camera to dream. My face smears across time. If you didn't know it was me, you wouldn't know it was me. I can't stop poking that line. If I contain multitudes, how many of me are unrecognizable… yet still me?
One arc of my life has been learning to show you more. Open myself more. Own my wants, needs, vision. It makes me feel very vulnerable. And I love that.
Bravery makes me sharp, keeps me present.
