I went a-scavenging through old self-portraits again. This is becoming more and more important to me as of late. I know I need to create self portraits to deal with and release difficult emotions, but I am lacking the massive amount of energy it takes to create new work. I was recently conversing with another photographer who is familiar with the self-portrait taking process and we commiserated on how sore our bodies always are the next day. Apparently there are sport muscles and there are art muscles!
These photographs were taken 2/24/18. I had shared one or two from this session previously, but was surprised to connect with quite a few more as I look at them now. And I edited them differently yesterday than I would have back then. These edits better reflect the emotions I was/am still experiencing.
They are not bright, happy, or sensual. They are raw and difficult for me to look at. They show what I feel…represented in the form of a photograph. If there is a point, I guess that’s it. I sometimes catch myself feeling guilty for not only just putting out happy, sunny pictures. I certainly don’t want to drag anyone else down with intensely sad photographs or words. But after many years of doing this, I have held strong to the belief that my only obligation as an artist is to be honest in what I create. This is something that does help me in the end, and perhaps it could help others too. Smiles and laughter are contagious and need to be shared. But demonstrating alternative, out-of-the-box ways to get to the smiles and laughter as we deal with the hard times (after all we ALL have them, and they cannot be escaped) is also important to share.
Feel your feelings…
About the artist:
*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.
*blows kisses to the clouds.
*is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary
*is a third born unicorn
*wears metaphorical pants and monsters.
*is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, 2% Cherokee
* is mostly known for her math skills and sarcasm
*one of these strange days she will be swept up in the peace frog’s celebration of the lizard.