what was i thinking?
Self-portraits are often a way of idealising ourselves in the way that we want others to see us; happy, contemplative, intelligent… usually through a facial image. However, as I combed through old photo albums, images of places brought back memories of a harrowing abusive relationship. Words sprung to mind, bringing back old fears and disappointments.
Rescanning these photos, printing them and handwriting the words with white paint, brings them into new light. I write to recognise this difficult portion of my life. I write to acknowledge past pain. I write to all, that such words, often easily said, cannot be forgotten. I write to understand that it has shaped who I am today. I write to rise and move beyond these words.