Just what are you? Who are you? What is your measure in regards to the men and women of your craft? Your community? The world? Have you made a name worth saying? Everything known to man belongs to his constructed history full of folklore, semi-facts and often dubious classifications. The human body, more specifically, my body- is bound by fantasy, fairytales, discarded facts and an orchestrated present.
Suspending the idea that one would like to, could a person somehow divorce from the symbols of the human body placed on them through embodiment? What would it take to "un-me"? Can one forget age, race, gender, good & evil, outside expectations, life-cycles and simply be? What kind of freedom lies with a mind that has no convenient excuses?
(left) Mother Nature, Old Man Winter & Father Time", Digital Photography, 2015.