Self-Esteem
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Why I Take Selfies
I started taking selfies last year. I wasn’t really sure why at the time. It started as a daily practice. A way of exploring self-image, something that I, like almost every other person I know, have a complicated relationship with. Using Pixlr, I began adding layers, textures, colours and frames. It gave me distance. I was no longer playing with a self-portrait. I was playing with line and form. I found that I could appreciate the finished creation in a way that I couldn’t always do when I looked at the image reflected back to me in the mirror. The selfies have proved to be a really insightful way for…
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Vintage Amy – Confronting Your Diamond Demon
Imagine a beautiful diamond. It’s so clear and perfect in every aspect. The sun glints off its surfaces casting rainbows all around. It is multi-faceted and utterly resplendent. This diamond is you. The you that exists beneath the layers you’ve built to protect the tenderest parts of yourself. The you that longs to shine brightly, that wishes to share its radiance with the world, and which, instead, is filtered through the layers until it becomes a dim glow. The gift that fear gives you is an invitation to explore one of the facets of your diamond self. And this invitation is the same if the experience of fear is one…
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Vintage Amy – Red Lipstick Revolution
Studying the outline of my lips in the mirror, I lean in, and with an extended tube of bright scarlet lipstick in one hand, I apply a coat of glossy red. Instantly, I feel the effects and I smile broadly at my reflection, and she smiles back, her newly rouged lips shimmering brilliantly against the pale ivory of her skin. Read the rest of The Red Lipstick Revolution.
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Thoughts on… being an artist.
We are all life-artists. Every one of us is in a process of becoming. We are creating our day-to-day experience.
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Selfies and Me
Last Friday I took a self-portrait. And then I took another on Saturday. And another on Sunday. I’ve taken one every day for the last 6 days and in that time I’ve made some really interesting discoveries about myself. One of those discoveries is just how squeamish I am about taking and sharing these photos. It feels vain and self-indulgent. I feel awkward taking them to begin with, but I find that, the more photos I take, the more relaxed I become, and I stop judging myself. The judgment only returns when I share them. And then the script that runs through my head is what “other people” will think…
