I think I like sharing things online because whilst I’m sharing myself with you, I’m sharing myself in an indirect way. It’s not just to you, not to you specifically, but to anyone who views it. This filters the weight on it.
"Don’t ever tell anybody anything, if you do you’ll start missing everybody"
Words are hard. It is so difficult to communicate thoughts into words. It is very rare to feel that that transaction is ever successful. The frustration of failing is never ending; everything that spills out of my fingers is just not right. I don’t like doing things badly, everything has to be perfect for me to enjoy it. I constantly think I fail. I feel so many things, and communicating feelings is the hardest. The description of a feeling will never live up to the real experience. It just ignites a memory of the feeling - a shadow of the original expression. Is that what my photos do to? I hope they surpass that in some way.
Forming connections is the most fulfilling feeling but sharing yourself is so so terrifying.
(Thoughts for Cam, if you ever see this)
Tasmania was a very amazing time that I’ve been musing over a lot lately. Reviewing the images makes me feel a lot of things.