my own american identity.

i want to function well and healthily. personally and in society. i want to live deeply. i will reiterate that as long as i live on this earth. as i study cultures and humanity, i gain astronomical insight into our own culture, as Americans. speaking in terms of identity studies, much of American identity is…

rebelling against myself.

i am so…clogged. it just builds up and i’m not sure how it happens. with my first gallery showing coming up i feel so much pressure. so much pressure to create something worth looking at. i don’t have much money or the best art supplies. and so every blank canvas is a white plane that…

i want to fly.

i think i have a dreamer’s heart. i can’t remember a day in the past few years where i have not been longing for something. if i’m not longing for one thing, its another. i’m not really sure what to do about it, because in a way it feels like a curse. life feels harder…

self portraits.

the other day i took some self portraits. they make me feel like i am crazy melancholy, but i see that they demonstrate how i feel more than my words can. and i love that power of photography.i was first drawn in by the beautiful stained glass windows, something that will probably make my list…