All of my professors keep telling me to find the 'hidden meaning', the true message, of my photography. Deep down I know that I know the message I am trying to convey through my images, but I am scared to expose myself. I know that I will have to stand up in front of all the Art Faculty, students, my friends, and family on the opening night of my exhibition, come December, and explain my works to them. On that night, pretty much everyone that means something to me will know my deepest secret, my greatest fear & fault. I don't know if I am ready for that. I don't know how to prepare myself for that. I do not like talking about my feelings.
That is why I make art! To portray my faults, hopes, fears, dreams, and ambitions in a not so revealing manner.
Father's Day is coming up. I went to PostSecret's Blog and looked at the postcards sent in about Dads.
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| PostSecret Postcard |
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| My Father and I when I was 1½ yrs old |
Eh, stupid I know. Things happen. People change...I have changed because of it.
I have to drive to go see him tomorrow so I should probably get some shut eye.
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