One of the perks of writing a blog and being in a place of widespread personal development is trying to figure out which parts to broadcast and which ones to just plain-old keep private. I say all of that borderline sarcastic. To add even more into the mix, I personally use different art mediums to communicate things that I go through and to even show how I get through things. Some things will remain private moments as not everything is always needed to be made public.
Over the Summer and through the Fall I started a self-portrait series using photography in which I photographed myself in both staged and non-staged environments to retell events that I’ve gone through, to display battles I was facing in those current moments, and to capture what I hoped to eventually step into and embody. As I progressed through the project, I began to feel tapped out of things to say through photography. I was at a loss for words when it came to blogging. Even my journal was dry through those months. I practically was just alive is how I felt. Just living one day to the next without aim, without point (in my mind), and without much effort.
Warrior Letters 