“Born into this world pure and perfect… beautiful
Yet held captive in my own prison
Weighed down by these chains
My own perceptions have rotted away all that was”
Sometimes I ask my husband what he thinks of my images and he stares blankly and says, “It’s weird, but it’s good.” Then I have to explain to him my vision.
I don’t like to explain my intentions all the time because I’ve always believed a painting or photograph doesn’t have to hold the same meaning as the artist. I think it should be left to the viewer to interpret what they see through their own thoughts and feelings. Each of us has unique experiences in life that will shape our perception. That’s the beauty of art to me.
Although… I feel the need to explain this series.
This series of images, titled “Body Image”, was a personal one to me. I suppose all my images have a touch of my own experience but this one especially.
I wanted to portray how I felt about my body. RAW. I feel flawed beyond hope. I feel I pass by moments in my life because of my size. Always waiting for a moment to really live. This is my prison and the horrific part is I put myself here. I’m always working towards finding that acceptance that eludes me. Always looking to set myself free… but sometimes I lose hope momentarily.
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”