This entire project is going to be an absolute over-share. A freeing ranty over-share. An over-share I wish I could share with everyone. I get it, this isn’t for everyone. Be it the images or content someone is going to shake their heads in disgust. I welcome it. Back when I thought I wanted to build my commercial photography I lost a client because of an “inappropriate” blurry nude. All I wanted to do was ask “but did you at least read what I wrote!?!” those words were important to me. Sharing bits of myself is now important to me.

#itdontexistifudontshowit… that’s derived from a statement from Christian about my personal image hoarding. I’m working on my sharing skills. Now it’s become a back and forth ending hashtag between one of my favorite creatives and myself. Let me share:

Dedicated time consists of my bullshit. Relish in those fleeting moments of “nothingness.” Fuck your grandiose moments in life. #itdontexistifudontshowit

With that said, no this isn’t a cry for attention. Actually I’m still quite shy and don’t share much of myself with outsiders. Most days in the house I probably look out every window I pass just in case I might catch a glimpse of a bird. Riveting, I know.

Enjoy my “nothingness;” take that how you want.