I am as good as i am bad

I’m not young anymore, and for the first time, that feels alright. Looking back on my first blog here, I enjoy the differences in my body. Knowing that I’ve built it to be this way. Every muscle, scar, tan line, roll, and wrinkle is mine and mine alone. I’m proud of me.

When I was thinking about how I wanted to take these portraits I immediately thought of Cig Harvey. Her dark rich hues and contrasting floral scenes. Viewing her work makes you feel like she let you in on a secret, but isn’t ready to tell you the whole story. The following photos are certainly more obvious than hers. I did a set with plants and while I liked the bit of color they added, the ones shown made more sense as a collection.

I like the juxtaposition of these and my first set from years ago. Those are approachable with their soft natural lighting and coloring. My hair was nicely straightened and my body was smooth. I am nearly anonymous in those.

These are sharp. Tan lines collaged on top of other tan lines on top of scars. Freckles blaring across my cheeks and my hair doing whatever it wants to. I know the background stories between these two me’s and while the new ones may seem more intense, I’m glad to finally show up that way.