My self-portraits are a study of my current state. Proof that I am alive, and moving, and settling, and feeling. These moments are fleeting. These days are fleeting. It is becoming warm and I am shedding my tired winter skin.
My current body is not an absolute, in fact nothing is. Everything exists in a state of flux. A state of change.
I am on this earth to be witnessed by you. I am on this earth to be a witness to you, and your greatness. I like to imagine I am an egg being held by your eyes telekinetically in mid air, a sudden shake could crack me. But you all hold me with care, my shell entirely visible, knowing your words are everything.
This is not vanity — this is vulnerability. This is not pretentiousness — this is growth. This is not perfection — this is greatness.