It's always difficult to find a beginning; that exact moment that led you here to now doing this. Our first words, first day of school; even my first beer seems a bit too far out of reach and I'm only 23 years old. I do, though, remember the first time I began to find myself. It's not that grand a feat to have remembered as it was only a year ago but I was riddled with a phrase that planted a seed in my head to which it grows every second I think of it's nature. It's not hard to pretend to understand something, but to let it sink into your skin and heal over, only to be cut back out and re-examined; that may be what's necessary to move forward. Those who fear the pain of reality become numb with the present.
Below are a few digital photographs I shot having no great understanding of the workings inside a camera, and that's something this new wave of artists seem to be faced with. The beginning has been blurred; formal training isn't required and is in most cases rejected or patronized. Tradition is quickly becoming stale through the reflection of this retina display we view the world through. Though, what I always find most intriguing is the transition back to the start which few are consciously aware. Life seems cyclical in that way.
Time is changing and moving quickly, but here, this; this is a deja vu and I recall why I felt so much; why I sank into my skin only to be dug back out.
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