an era once thought to be lost

This experience is brought together in the hopes of understanding where my tipping point was. There was a moment in time where I was so excited about my future in the art world. But as I went through the motions, I fell out of love with that dream. Most notably, out of love with myself. This experience is guided by journalesque entries mapping out key moments career-wise with my mental health.

My work in this era was mainly photography as a form of documentation. That notion changed, and I started using photography as a way to manifest my emotions. I didn't see that at the time, but I see it now. My technical skills and craft kept improving, but I kept second-guessing myself. I didn't believe in myself as much as I should have.

I believe this came after a period of rejections, criticism (not my work, about me), and confusion. I now look back at these years. I saw a quick rise and an even quicker demise of a young artist.