From the Fine Art Files…
Like unless I wear a suit and tie or shave one side of my head, the world misses who I really am.
I go to parties and its the men that are hitting on me. I smile and play nice when I say no. But it sometimes becomes taxing to be invisible. To feel invisible. To feel like a part of you is breaking apart before your eyes and floating away and no one even notices.
So a little while ago I started trying to capture that feeling on camera. I took photos of beautiful, femme women breaking apart. Their delicate nature, their strength, their inner beauty, what makes them unique breaking apart and flying out of frame.
But as I talked to these women, these amazing, charismatic women I realized that I was rather narrow-minded. This isn’t a phenomenon that’s unique to we femmes at all.
We all go through it, don’t we? Moments were we feel the world has missed who we are. Where we feel like who we are on the inside is not who is portrayed on the outside.
Moments where we feel invisible.
Like we are fading into the background.
Like smoke, our hearts and minds are evaporating and no one notices.
We are unique, strong, beautiful individuals that have something amazing to offer the world and each day, despite sometimes feeling invisible we go out into the world and fight to be heard.
And as I sat looking over the photographs I had taken, the ones I meant to lament a loss of vision could actually mean so much more.
Alone we crack and fall apart.
But together, we can be strong.
Together it is our insecurities that dissipate.
Our lack of confidence that breaks apart.
Together we are seen for who we are, we are heard for what we have to say, we are who we are meant to be.
We are reborn.