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we seem to find comfort in categories and peace in placement.
the world moves quickly around us.
there are so many variables, and unanswered questions.
who? what? when? and more importantly why?
we feel like we constantly need to pick a side and stick with it...
whether it be politically, socially, or artistically.
despite the fact that our outlooks and philosophies are ever changing with each passing day.
I have struggled with this often through the years.
taking one facet of myself, both personally and creatively, and holding onto it so tightly, until there was nothing but ash in my hand.
who would i be without a definite description? a tangible tag line?
the weight of one question can be enough to make a back break.
I somehow managed to take a tiny percent of myself, the smallest fraction, and turn it into my only equation.
In this life, there are so many sides to everything.
and that includes me.
I have so many things waiting to come out...and yet I insist on building from only one part of myself.
i wouldn't point to my pinky and say this is my entire body.
just like you wouldn't look at one branch and declare that this is a tree.
but if i add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture.
but right now, how i live, and how i create, i am just a little torn corner of a photograph.
and i know deep inside me, even more so than you, i am dying to see what's in the rest of the frame.