I was working with Samuel Barber's Adagio for strings, because I had an incredibly soulful moment with it the other night but was having difficulty wrapping words around it.
So I listened again and found myself crying. Deep, profound, real meaning in my tears.
My self portrait artist and documentarian nudged me to get my camera.
This series was born.
The last photo I have of myself crying was when I was a little girl and tired of taking photos for the Annual Family Christmas Card.
I like these much better....
For some reason I have been brought up to think the only face we are supposed to show publicly is the smiling face. I like my smiling face - but these other faces are a part of my soul process as well and deserve their space.
Their position of honor.
All emotion serves its point and purpose.
I am grateful.
So I listened again and found myself crying. Deep, profound, real meaning in my tears.
My self portrait artist and documentarian nudged me to get my camera.
This series was born.
The last photo I have of myself crying was when I was a little girl and tired of taking photos for the Annual Family Christmas Card.
I like these much better....
For some reason I have been brought up to think the only face we are supposed to show publicly is the smiling face. I like my smiling face - but these other faces are a part of my soul process as well and deserve their space.
Their position of honor.
All emotion serves its point and purpose.
I am grateful.
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