I publish a self portrait. There is an intensity and ambiguity to this close encounter. A portrait must leave us with a palpable experience of the person. We must feel their presence as we approach and gather in the work. Although people are often central in my words and music, they rarely feature in my images. I view the visual representation of humans as intimate acts of trust, thought, and respect.
I value making over destroying, hope over despair.
I hold myself back from expressing my darker experiences. I try to find the positive from those times. Why?
As with most every why, there are a mountain of reasons, but above all, darkness requires light to comprehend. Light, from its faintest hint, to blinding bright.
Money provides a means, albeit illusory, of expressing our personal worth. When our wealth is judged by economic success, when our work pays well, we demonstrate our ability to meet the needs of ourselves and those close to us, we feel reassured, satisfied. We strive to gain or protect our financial wealth at the expense of all else. Those who accumulate financial wealth seek strength, confidence and security, yet these things are only found through the giving of love.