What a life I have chosen for myself. To have the unmitigated freedom to redefine everything. I am free to redefine my work-life balance, my career and both the work I make and how I choose to present it, my hair, my style, my relationships, my home — or even the idea of how or where I define “home”. I am just now understanding how much of a gift this is, I used to find it burdensome. To be as adaptable as a chameleon. Constantly wondering if this is a trauma response or a personality trait? And then ruminating on what the difference between the two actually is.
I have to come to appreciate that the most magnetizing thing about me is my mind. It is my mind that informs everything else about me: my style, my visual language, what I read, the way I speak, my hobbies, who I choose to spend time with…. It took sharing time with “normal” people for me to realize just how obscurely I view the world around me.
Life itself is incredibly monotonous, one must intentionally seek or create the extraordinary themselves. Like a game of eye spy, I am always seeking to find beauty in the mundane. Because of this, I no longer want to mostly make content and sometimes make art. I desire to mostly make art and sometimes make content.
As an attempt to hold myself accountable for fulfilling my own desires, I’m sharing some photographs from my archives….. an effort to share more of my work than I hoard of it.
