I had to completely remake my house before shooting these photos. I was struggling with linear perspective and figuring out the angles of the windows and such in my other house. Something wasn't quite adding up, though. I talked to Coach Hall. He showed me a trick for conquering linear perspective, and I realized that the right part of the house was not angled correctly, nor was it deep enough. For the sake of realism and precision, I decided to scrap the whole thing and restart.
These are my three favorite pictures from the photos I asked my sister to take for me. I understand that are revealing, and I will admit that they make me uncomfortable to look at. I do not want people to think any less of me for choosing such personal content to share with, essentially, the world. However, there is nothing overtly offensive about these pictures; my body is covered just as much as it is in a bathing suit. I usually shy away from looking at myself head-on because it has elicited such strong negative emotions in myself in the past, but I want to challenge this internal narrative. This is not an effort to suddenly decide how gorgeous and perfect I am and become conceited, but at least acknowledge that there is something sort of raw and powerful and a little bit beautiful about vulnerability. Plus, it is about coping with the space you live in, and making it your own. Your mind is your home, your body is your home. Collectively, they (YOU) are worthy of respect in the most basic manner, but it often takes us a long dialogue of questions and answers to reach this understanding. This is the essence of my piece.
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