Whew.
12 prints. I posed for them, light-metered them, framed them, focused them, clicked them, developed them, printed them and mounted them.
And each step was a subtle reminder to view myself as art.
Very powerful stuff.
The photos are technically not fantastic. They would be clearer and from more interesting angles if I had allowed someone else to be in the room and snap them. Or if I had used another body to get the focus and lighting exactly right.
But that was not my point. This was a solo project. For myself, by myself.
What was so interesting about setting up the shots and then using the timer while jumping in front of the frame is that I never saw exactly what I was capturing until I processed my film. And even then I never really knew what I was getting until I blew up the negative and printed. This provided some very interesting images. Some photos I would never have purposely taken, but am very pleased with.
Originally, the project was going to depict me being content with me. Me being comfortable in my own skin. And it does that. But a byproduct of this whole adventure was the pride. The pride that I felt when I saw myself as a work of art.
Thanks for looking, thanks for reading.
enJOY it 
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