Part 4 of my depression series.
Featuring a beautiful spirited friend of mine by the name of Zahreh @FuckBoySyndrome
Every morning I’d awake with an intense fear and anxiety that my whole day would result in nothing but negative emotions and fucked up situations. I’d spend the majority of my mornings sitting in the bathtub, crying, praying, and hoping for better days. I missed my bus so many times eventually school became optional. I almost always ended up right back in bed, no better than I was yesterday.
Part 2 of my Depression series featuring a very important woman in my life by the name of Eryn Amel.
The purpose of this shoot was to display one of my temporary pain relievers, lust. That very moment you feel wanted and in control of your actions and pleasure. That instant when all you can focus on is the jolt pulsating through every muscle in your body. All to leave you alone, disgusted, and still in the same dark place you started. Temporary pleasures.
I’d rant about lack of support.
There are a many types of people who don’t support others, but frequently seen are…
- People who don’t necessarily like your work (Usually believe everyone will view it the same way as them, simple minded).
- People who don’t want to offend others who don’t like your work (Usually afraid to stand up for what they believe in, weak minded).
- People who view your work as a direct threat (Usually afraid your craft will over power theirs, insecure).
I never knew how much a retweet mattered until I personally didn’t receive any. As an artist my overall goal is to reach the masses, but if those that already surround me aren’t viewing my art how is it expected for me to reach anyone else? The enemy would like me to think no one supports me, but I can’t ever deny or pass over those that do. For every 10 supporters that I feel is lacking in my corner I am grateful for that 1 who is an appreciator and advocate for my work. It is that very love that keeps me positive about everything that I do.
“Just because you support someone doesn’t mean they have to support you”
This is true, but why would you not want to? Why not help spread the work of your fellow peers? Better yet, why not help spread the work of a person you call friend? Why must we be so selfish?
I never knew how much a retweet mattered until I personally didn’t receive any. It’s funny how something as small as a retweet can hold so much power, but within something so small and simple it can present itself as the grandest gesture. That retweet means someone is paying attention, someone sees you and your craft, someone feels the need to share it with the world.
Never think your too good to support the one’s around you… Remember guys, you will reap what you sew.
As artist it is our work that displays our deepest thoughts, secretes and desires.
As much as I desire to post a piece following the posting of this photo shoot I will not. I want those who view my work to put together there own insight into my brain based on the display of my vision. Am I really the person you’ve assumed me to be? Do I intrigue you? Do I posses the energy that once grasped can never die? Who am I? How do I view the world?
Styled and shot by me.
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The lovely Miss Hawa Jah took a trip to mi casa the other day.