I have always loved the art of self portraiture. There is something cathartic about being able to control all of the aspects of the picture. While I started out with over exposed madness and slowly devolved into airbrushed embarrassment over my pockmarked skin, I have finally reached a point where I would rather make a story from my photos, art. I don’t air brush my skin, but I might edit out a distracting background feature.
By this, I have learned to love myself, curves and splotches and all.