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MUSICAL INSPIRATION:

 

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I understand now.

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I complicate everything.
I am not easy.
I am not a walk in the park.
I am quiet
but there are explosions inside my head
and
there is a fire behind my eyes.
I am poetry.
I am water.
I am the cool, blue depths,
always urging me back home.

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I understand now.

 

 

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THOUGHTS:

I do a lot of weird shit as a self-portrait photographer. Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn’t. I almost always shoot nude. I don’t know why – I hate my body. Maybe it’s my subconscious trying to tell me to get right with myself, accept myself and love myself the way I do others.

It’s hot. I’m sweaty. And thirsty. My cats are looking at me like I’m insane. I probably am.

I removed paintings from the wall. Flipped a chair upside down. Wedged myself between the rocker legs (what are those damn things called?). Got stuck and bruised my ribs in the process. I crawled back and forth from the “spot” to where I had my camera propped up on Thomas the Train books and some weird plastic cup for filling the diffuser. I tried not to thump around since my children are sound asleep below me.

Sometimes I wonder what people would think of me if I had an audience.

“What the fuck is she doing?” is usually what comes to mind. Some more self-hatred comes out, too, but I try to ignore those invasive thoughts in my head.

Maybe I keep doing this, maybe I feel like this is my calling because maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll see them and realize I am beautiful. I was all along.

Maybe.

 

 

ARTISTIC INSPIRATION:

Deborah Sheedy