I met the devil at dawn, told him I was not going to be joining him today, and he wept. And i have told him this for some days now, so he weeps, but i still love him.
I almost have my wings, grabbing them is the hard part.
I do this for those brothers and sisters who have lost a brother or sister, because I believe, right now, our voices are not heard.
i just want them back.
you dont have to hurt anymore.
when everybody else is taking care of there wounds, you had to take care of yours yourself, and it was lonely. I am sorry. But you are not alone, and that is one thing I will put my life on.
So these are my photos from about the past month, they reflect so many things going on right now, and i have produced alot of shit to get these ones. I was lost for a true idea, and then i found one, with the last maybe 5 that are shot outdoors i really found something that worked. My goal with these new ones, and the ones to come soon are to convey what it feels like to be the brother or sister of a brother or sister who has passed. I believe that although our needs are met after that tragic loss, some people just dont get that it effects us just as much as it does our parents, but they focus on our parents. And this could just be me trying to find something to complain about, but it is not, it is what happened to me, it is how it felt and how it feels now, and i am only able to do this because of my finally opened mind, it is admittedly not all the way open but its getting there. And for anyone who loves and cares about me, the only thing they need to really know about my photography is that it has been a great teacher, mentor and friend, and it keeps me sober and happy. I love you all, with all my heart.