I wanted you to help me put the map on my wall, but now, every time I think about it I start to feel sick to my stomach. So it's still in the box waiting to see if you'll ever speak to me again.
I want to know your fears.
I want to see what you do in the middle of the night.
It doesn't all have to be pretty.
I've skipped so many weeks, but hey- Life happens.
This is week...... number something!
If you don't already know,
I began this project to document 52 weeks of life,
but also, to insert myself into my work.
Documenting life inside my home (and sometimes outside)
has become a practice in trying to build confidence in front of the camera
and is becoming a way for me to archive memories
as well as share something raw.
I give you A Truth, if you will.
I woke up at 4am this morning because I was bored in my sleep.
I don't know if it's some form of mania or if this kind of thing just happens to everyone every once in a while.
These images are from the last week, inside of my home.
I found these behind an antique store... and I took them!
But every time I see them I ask myself, "Why do I have these?"