her: when i think of narcissism, i think of you.
me: interesting. for when i think of narcissism, i think of me, too.
(ha! get it?)
i used to love self-portraits. around the time i found photography, i was very much a loner, thus, naturally, i became my favorite subject. back then, i didn't understand photography. i just liked pictures. and frozen time. and freezing the spirit and energy within that time. today, i am still figuring out photography, but, no longer am i my favorite subject to shoot. i'm not quite sure if it's due to life, wounds and age setting it, or if this is just the natural course my heart is taking, but either way, i am trying to get back to both: my love of photography and my love of self-imaging. finding new and creative ways to capture my self has become a settle thrill. you never realize how much you see your own reflection, until you start to seek it and find it everywhere. car handles, store windows, spoons, whatever the medium, i am presently drawn to the me'ness within them.