I took this picture months ago. Personally, I think it the best photograph I’ve ever taken. I struggled over whether or not to share it with anyone. Not because I’m sitting buck naked and on my bed but intead, because of what I think it says about me. About my personality and how I connect to the world around me. I often am willing to bare all to the world and those around me. Telling all about myself, my experiences, what I like, don’t like, and what I think. However, as a few can tell you. I keep many things, many details to myself and don’t reveal them. Sometimes, I’ll even lie. I’ll tell small lies that help me guard those personal details.
I think this photograph illustrates that very well. I’m naked and baring all but, keeping much to myself. Of course, it’s my back that I’m baring; not my face. Sometimes I feel that my letting so much out while keeping so much in, often shrouded by lies, is parallel to my face being hidden. My true self that only I know. There are a few people that know larger pieces of the puzzle but, no two people have the same chunk and noone has the whole.
Sometimes I’m not entirely sure if I have the whole puzzle; if I even have a face anymore.