Self-Inflicted or self-empowered

The vast majority - if not all - of my images have a specific purpose that directly correlate to the personal experiences I encounter in my life. I often don't like to explain the details of my images so that they do not impose onto other viewer's take from them. As I wish for my images to have the ability to transmute into the personal lives of other's, I equally find it important to make known the story behind my images. So, each post will be about a new image: ranging from the meaning, background, process, whatever I may so deem fit for the chosen image. 


We always have a choice in our response to situations, yet often times we feel ruled by these responses rather than in control of them. This image set was a way for me to represent the power I have over myself. Top row: I used to always wear a mask of strength, of confidence, no matter the situation. This facade was always an illusion, stemming directly from my lack of self confidence and self value. The smallest things would leave me in a state of deterioration of self, crumbling and letting myself become belittled on the inside. Unfortunately, I believe this is how most beings live in this world: more worried about the external layer of representation that everyone else sees of them, and therefore causing a deep detriment to the inside, or, the actual self. Bottom row: In admittance to weakness one finds true strength. I've found, and continue to find, the necessity in the shedding of (ego based) layers to allow the true self to be brought out from under the rug. Show weakness, shed tears, expose your fears, for in so doing you find the strength you've always been portraying, yet never truly possessing. 

We have a choice on how any situation will make us respond, this is never a one step battle, we must make these choices everyday. You decide to let them rule you and cripple you into weakness, or you use them as tools to help you become an ever strengthening, determined, self valuing being who is unable to be swayed by any external force.

The quote that most resonated with this expression for me was from Franz Kafka: 

The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.