various moods for 2022—writing autobiographically, making intense & personal projects—examining the past as a model to avoid for the future—

i’ve always felt there are two versions of the self—internal dialogues & the various attempts we make at revealing that person to the world, then that presentation as it is interpreted by others. somewhere in the middle is who we are in this reality—yet the glare of those reflections shift over time, then so do we—

photo by carola di poi

change is the only constant—the universe performs its natural balancing act, we somehow try to keep up with our own, adapting to the state of the world & the state of society against the state of the self—

but can one ever really change themselves? or are we simply subject to that self-reflection, waiting for the glare to simply illuminate the truth that hides in the shadows?