I’m seeing the identity crisis humanity seems to be having, reflected in art and fashion lately. Whether intentional or not, as much as we all want to be on display, there is an equal desire to shed our appearances.
Our self image.
I’ve been in a funny place lately, hence the lack of posts. Bursting with inspiration yet paralyzed by it. I’m sure it’s a familiar feeling among art lovers and art makers.
Could it be the overwhelming access to any and all kinds of creative expression? The dauntingness of limitlessness?