Repeat

Its amusing how my work circles, a few years ago whenever i photographed anything the pressing factor withing my work was identity. Its something that will always be present as it was a big part of it, but ive noticed it reoccurring lately.

At the point that i was particularly interested in identity i was so unsure about my own identity, i spent so many years when i was younger so confused about my sexuality that i completely lost who i was, i had absolutely no clue who or what i was.

Ive accepted and got over the fact that i have to deal with these problems but i haven't actually sorted out whats going on, i tend to postpone it and repress any feelings i have that i just don't understand.

Identity is seeping back through my work, its taken its place in its once overthrown palace. I see it coming back due to the issues arising within my life. The only difference is that this time i talk about it and don't shy away from it.

I will one day work out what is going on, but until then don't ask me who i am.