been a while since i have been able to concentrate on some self-portraits.
honestly, i have been all over the place.
i enjoy speaking to you though; as if we are old friends and you remember to pick up where
i last left off in between telling me to "hold on a sec'", so you can grab your phone charger.
i will pretend our last conversation went over the explicit details of what's been going on
in my personal life for a couple of months leading up to these portraits.
imagine these portraits as that conversation.
i have felt vulnerable. exposed. captivated.
i have felt like a secret.
i have felt the light and shadow sides of myself fight each other, constantly.
both talking over each other, escalating into shouting matches until
my intuition conquers both logic and the heart.
i went deeper into the fox-hole.
the one where i only commune with the dead and my dreams.
the place where i only speak to my mirrored image.
the place where i shun people and refuse help at all costs.
the one where i surround myself with the illusion of company.
like show-room mannequins. masquerading as truths.
it's a dance i do often, a dance i do well.
it needs only one partner, and always ends with a gift.
accepting the here. the now. my body. my mind. myself.
i love myself.
i love myself fully.