I'm so terrified of writing about myself, given that I still pretty much do not know what I am. I have always left any writing about me or my work to people I feel have some perspective that is more real than my own. Do you think you could help me out? I have no clue as to why others often seem to know about me what I have yet to see ...
I mean, thinking about what to put into words about myself this morning reminds me of how sad and beautiful my life is. Pain is beauty and ugliness is divine. It makes more sense to understand the nature of truth in the deformity of a false sense of seeking. It has pretty much done for all of us.
Your opinions are valid; mine are all never stable or permanent.
Well, Sam. Maybe we can all just let the photography do the talking.