I remember starting this blog. I wanted to find a place in the social media world where I could exist. A place where I could show my work as a photographer. To show what I was working on on a weekly basis, something more up-to-date than my website (don't get me started on how much that needs updating). And so that's where I started.
What I didn't expect was how much of this blog would become about me. But not just me as a photographer, but me as a person. About my thoughts, my family, my day-to-day life. It started flowing out effortlessly. Though I didn't put much thought into it at the time, looking back now I realize now it was inevitable. The way I look at things, the way I photograph them, is all a product of who I am as a person. I'm forcing the viewer of my images to see the world as I see it through my eyes, my lens. Every time I do that, I share a piece of myself. But why stop there? My life experiences that surround each photo can say so much more about that image.
Maybe I tell too much or talk too fast, laugh too loud or share too many inappropriate comments, which result in way too many awkward moments. So what? Those stories, comments and awkward moments, to me, are what give my photos context, what bring them to life. Not everyone will like my work or even like me for that matter.
But that right there is what makes art personal.
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