One of Those Myths

People on Twitter don't know me for modeling. Actually I tend to keep that part of my life fairly quiet after the initial reception from my family. I go to Twitter to keep up with vikings, comics, friends, artists, and more vikings!

Occasionally I'll come across a tweet (generally followed by mass stupidity) that makes me think.  Rosalarian (a burlesque performer and queer comic artist...author of "Lesbian Pirates from Outerspace) tweeted about the stereotype of the starving, depressed artist creating amazing pieces of artwork.

While some might thrive on that, most artists are too busy paying bills or dealing with their emotional health to create much, or be inspired at all! As with many artists, I didn't create much during that time, and the few things I did create were (in my mind) sub-par.

This year, maybe because of the location changes, and all the life events, I've started to explore as an artist again. While it keeps me busy, if feels good, and I'm never going to stop!

April Muse

I'm tackling the month of April with the intention of creating one of the many shoots in my mind, that I've lacked either the skill or equipment or time to create in the past. It's so easy for me to get caught up in working for other people to create their visions, and lose sight of my own.

Still, my preparations are coming along, and I'm even creating a video detailing the process I'm going through to bring a small idea to life!

I thought I'd kick off this month by sharing some of the self-portraits I took my first year of modeling. I had a couple terrible cameras but made them work for me!

Summer Day. I love my long red hair. I lived in a small apartment on the second floor, and the roof extended underneath my kitchen window. Sometimes I'd take some tea outside (I love tea) and sit in the afternoon if the roof wasn't too warm. I've always loved listening to the birds, and the wind in the leaves, wondering what was on that hill in the distance.

There's always something sensual about stockings and heels. Even if they're not comfortable, sometimes it feels fun to work through the pain and just -know- you're sexy. That's one thing that modeling did for me; it helped me find confidence in myself, and be comfortable in my own body.

I want to be...

Living in that tiny apartment going to college, wanting to be was all I felt I had sometimes. Dreams, and musings were common during my walks, hoping that I was making a better life, always striving for more, but trying to be happy with what I did have. Looking back, I think most of my friends were like that. We didn't have much, but we had eachother, and we made our days special.