Black and white with crops.

Oct 25

I spent a lot of time comparing myself to others and trying to fit into a specific mold or genre and sometimes that means I go back and re-work my work to look like someone elses.

I don’t recommend this practice at all, ever. It’s self deprecating and can swallow you up.

I was talking to a friend today about the upcoming election and the documentary that Tegan and Sara just released. Both things have the sludge of the internet in common.

That sludge weighs me down sometimes with comparison and FOMO. Fuck.

I said I was grateful for being alive during a time when we didn’t have internet. My college boyfriend was part of the team who brought it in over the phone line in my home town. Remember those days? When you couldn’t use both at the same time? Now we don’t have land lines, we get scared when our phone rings and when we want to feel better we just instinctively pick it up. Its crazy, it makes me crazy.

I have been cooking a project for a long time and am finally almost ready to share it. I have the logistics planned and the wheels in motion and I haven’t been posting much or engaging much because I want to focus on this project. Only.

I want to let go of the FOMO and comparison and just relax into this next chapter. So far so good.

Huge thanks to all of you out there who have supported me through this and who also know what the fuck I am talking about.

PS These images are from me trying to fit my round self into a very square box with an incredible model.