I made only two images in May, one I was proud of, one not so much. This past month has been hectic to say the least, and I've found it very difficult to find the time to create. *I will rephrase that*, I have found it very difficult to be the subject of my images recently. After a super intense 7 day self portrait project, weddings and client work coming out my ears, workshop planning and life; the self portraits and and all the creative ideas I had, dropped 7 floors to the bottom of my priority list.
However saying all this, I could have found the time, but honestly, my skin has been playing up. I'm not sure if I've spoken about it before to the internet world but I've been suffering with eczema for the past few years, mainly in areas where the sun don't shine (sorry for the TMI, but it's a thing, and I have to deal with it, like I'm sure many others do), but in the past few weeks my skin has flared up. I've been developing itchy spots and bumps, absolutely everywhere, making my skin super sensitive and raw. I have creams which I've been using to soothe it, but in all honesty, it's fucking annoying. I've bathed in honey and salt, I've watched my skin flake from my ears and Jack has told me to stop touching the areas countless of times. (I itch without even noticing most of the time). Anyway, I was dying to create but couldn't face it, literally. Then a couple of nights ago an image popped into my head, and it was this one. I decided I wanted to face the insecurity head on, it may not have disappeared yet but I felt compelled to document how it made me feel.
On a lighter note I head to Alton Towers tomorrow to celebrate Adam's birthday. YEY, FUN!