#selfexpressive

What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here  #ChillWeekend

This is an attempt to externalizer

the loops of myself within

an attempt to pull bits of me

from the shadows

To map out corners and rooms

for the parts of me

that shrink first

and then be

barely

Bits of me that need to be expressed

that need sunshine to grow

to flourish

to take on a form

to be

authentically

Then to tell the story from within

to be the eyewitnesses to the underground history of my soul

the hidden bruises

the flower pots

the healed wounds

the scars

the treasure boxes

the echoes of muffled laughs

-Affy

After a wonderful conversation I had yesterday with Staci, about how sometimes as artists we get mad at ourselves about ideas we have and don’t act on, or projects we don’t pursue. It’s crazy how we put so much pressure on ourselves and forget that we are human. So today when I woke I decided to get up, make my coffee and have heart to heart with myself. I decided to forgive myself. I decided to sit in front of my camera raw, fresh from the bed, look at myself and remember that it’s ok. You see the funny thing is as much as I love to take other people’s pictures, I hate having mine taken, we all see our own flaws first. We forget that those imperfections are what make us perfectly unique. Or at least that’s what I think. Just remember to breath and don’t be afraid to love yourself.

And don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself.