the obsession i have
with photographs is slightly similar to the one i have with people. i hoard
them and won’t let them go until i decide they are not worth the space in my
box.
the title of this post suggests the time i have invested in building my
signature style and direction. one that i have developed from personal
interests and experiences. style is objective just like everything else that is
put forth to the public eye for critique and scrutiny. i appreciate clever
photography and digital manipulation because if you actually think about it,
it’s really just a still image of someone’s dream or nightmare. i’d like
to make clear that i don’t live and breath fashion. i hate who it speaks to,
the vein and materialistic. but art; it ‘is the application of human skill and
imagination’. it is not there to be liked or judged. it is one’s comprehension
or misconception of the subject matter. and for people to say that they ‘do not
understand art’, is like saying they have no conscious of anything other than
what this consumed world feeds us. these photos were taken by one of my dearest friends whom i have known since we were nine. and today she turns twenty-eight. this is one friendship i'm archiving for a lifetime.
i’ll end this post with a
line from What Dreams May Come:
“thought is real. physical is the illusion…”
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