I'm a broken toy...well packaged and preserved. Enough to entice...but never to earn. I desire to be opened, but I fear it just the same...because I'm desperately trying to hold every broken piece in place. My greatest fear is both rejection and acceptance, for my package is misleading and unintentionally deceptive...I work tirelessly each day to put on a brave face....to pretend that I don't feel disconnected from the other humans in this race. My greatest desire is to be seen and accepted for who I truly am...a broken toy with mended pieces trying to be as normal as I can.
This dream I had....I was me in repeat. Different face different name, but the same identity. I felt so deeply every facet of my existence. I have been here before...this dream is so persistent. Determined to find the answers that lie hidden, in the subconscious of my mind, my focus is driven...the Bible speaks of only heaven and hell, but a of souls continued journey it rejects and dispels. My loyalty to a belief is on a thinning thread, because I can not ignore this battle in my head. I have been here before, and I will be here once more...this dream that I had... is the open door.
Forgery...a copy...unoriginal...deceptive...a con. I feel that when I look at my work sometimes, that in capturing an image of my subject I have in fact copied it...but not perfectly. I have added my own interpretation of it through my composition and styling, and with my forged image I give new perception to my subject, possibly changing its original existence forever. I seek truth through my lens and want to capture my subjects as they are, but also as I see them. I am a photographer...an artist...a forger? What do you see?