Talent Small Angry Redhead

You can't pick me up, I'm wearing steel toes.

This is how it is, no gray, no reading between the lines, no room for interpretation. I speak with intent, I act with reason. Yes, I am angry.. it is on the surface and it is much easier. I try to create images that have something to say. It is not about being naked, it is not about being pretty. Pretty is subjective, pretty is an opinion and it is vapid, pointless. I am not broken, and bleeding. I am scared and they do run deep, but they are mine. Scars build character, show that I have lived, show that I have healed, that I am real. I do not work with many models because it is impossible to tell them how I feel and expect them to express it for me. Soon I will try to make them tell their own story, but for now it's just me. This is not a cry for help, this is not a pity party. I do not want sympathy, only commiseration, and then only perhaps. I want deeply, to have someone look at a piece and say yes, that's it.. I've been there. I do not seek validation as a person, or for my emotions. I know they are valid because they are mine, misplaced, misinterpreted or not. I shoot nude for the starkness, openness and to cut down on distraction from the intent. Clothing distracts, hides and creates a comfort zone. Nudity is a conveyance. Just because I have no clothes does not mean that I am open, skin is skin, we are born naked. Do not mistake it for anything erotic, or sexual. I may be naked but I am not a whore, nor do I allow myself to be touched easily... in any way. Leave your media driven assumptions at the door. Yes, I cry in my sleep; but I do not cry for me, I do not cry for you, I cry out of anger and frustration. Yes I am sorry, you will never know how sorry I really am. And I am sorry you will never see or understand anything about me.