Pressure…
…As it mounts, time seemingly moves slower…and rougher. I can feel it in every piece of work that I’m unsatisfied with. In my case- that’s everything. Something can always be better…and it can never be too long. Someone once told me that I’m always trying to tell the same story. Wether through my moving work or my stills, my fear of heartbreak is confronted in the form of a lip bite, a wet tongue, or a set of eyes that can see into your heart and out through the other side. “Love kills” was stated at the bottom of my last photo.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with the stories that I tell. I guess that’s because I’m still in the midst of creating my own story now.
We love to hate this feeling…and hate to love it.
Because is feels so good.
I’m talking about work, evolution, love, pain, and time… where there’s seemingly never enough of it.
God is good.
TAJ
