[ 2014 ]
A visual storytelling of numbing sorrow and paralyzing frustration.
There comes a point where pain is not dramatic.
Not expressed through pulling hair or screaming or collapsing or crying.
There comes a point when pain is numb and looks almost like normality—but nothing normal can be done.
This shoot began after a very painful event happened, leaving my heart feeling ravaged and raw. After a near-sleepless night, I awoke to no relief from my turmoil. Although I’m a writer and my days revolve around words, when my heart experiences overwhelming angst, I vent it through photography. Generally self-portraits, like a visual journal entry.
Because words fail.
Nothing is strong enough.
Words can be manipulated. Pain can be seen through the eyes, the revealers of all.
And at some point, our pain can no longer go unnoticed.
My challenge to you is to spend some time with these photos. For once, don’t take art at face value. Don’t expect to get a quick fix.
Look at these, at the strategic order of them, at the actions, the story it all tells. It might reveal something to you.
BEHIND THE SCENES
Tiny Hong Kong bedroom
The extras that didn’t make it into the final shoot:
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