The embrace of ourselves
Time passes. Time changes everything -- both the things in our lives that we're grateful to move on from and the things that we try to clutch tightly and must, inevitably, someday, let go of.
"We all lose everything,"
We lose
ourselves…. Slowly our body’s
We are lost.
Only what we manage to do
lasts, what love sculpts from us...
I always thought about time and self-healing and how deeply it effects my work .My day to day interactions with people. How much my art reflects me? Dose it changes me ? Dose it heal me? In the pursuit of authentic self-expression, emotions become the heartbeat that resonates through every photograph. Whether it's the quiet reflection of solitude, the exuberance of joy, or the melancholy of introspection, my self-portraits become a mirror reflecting the spectrum of my own experience. Creating artwork can be a deeply cathartic experience, one that allows me to purge all of their emotional tensions. By externalizing the emotions i feel and pour them into my artwork, im able to let go of whatever feelings have been holding me back, transforming them into a visual work that i can then share with others who might be feeling the same burdens.
Photography, for me, is not merely a mechanical process but an artistic endeavor that breathes life into the moments I choose to capture. In my photography and video art I try to represent the shared unconscious dreaming and corresponding transformations in energy, emotion, and thought that is a profound and essential part of bearing witness. Bearing witness is an ordinary and ongoing human process. We all do it. We bear witness to our own lives; we bear witness to the lives of others; we need others to bear witness to our lives.
Perhaps as a creative being that makes art hyper-aware of time and mortality; or perhaps it's simply one aspect of living as visual creator : I am always looking both backwards and forwards, living in the rich past and shimmering future as well as the sensual present, in order to make art out of the experiences of my life, and to make life out of the experiences of my art.
The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once. But for the writer or artist, it does all happen at once. Time is not linear in art-making; we constantly walk backwards and forwards as we draw upon all of our experiences, all of our past and future selves, to create each day's work in the here and now. Time does not change us. It just unfolds us. Perhaps as we travel the road of time we're not so much aging or changing but unfurling like leaves; unfolding like flowers, petal by petal.
