fidele * i must confess that this collection is my first go at capturing a soul in clothes... anywho, here goes:
my name is liz. i am a sensualist, * and an obsessive observer of titillating subjects.
i’ve a slight infatuation with the resuscitation of emotion. simply put, i like to poke at the provocative. i focus on impulse and fervor and consciousness. to capture these, i take pictures. to study the rhythm and rhyme of the body- its essence, isms and presence- is a kind of occupation that allows me to discover the character and mental qualities behind the configuration of its form and features. for me, the soul is projection, and i am much more interested in this last tidbit; and for whatever reason, i feel the incessant need to communicate this distinctly, and if need be, fairly forcefully and pictorially.
do you love yourself ? i've been years in the making... flailing about, figuring out who i am and who i want to be, and atop of all this, learning to love who it is i've become, who i've created for myself... me. * and so, after all these years, i've learned to care very much for myself. oscar wilde sums it up best: "to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance."
what inspires you ? i’ve an insatiable curiosity for all things. i absorb. i love to explore and to get up close and personal. because if i shift my perspective just so, the ordinary becomes quite extraordinary and thus rather rousing. To get to the meat of it, colorful people inspire me, as does a bit of sanctuary- a beautiful place, a sensual space... the bou·doir (a woman’s bedroom or private room). whether it be an actual hideaway, a room for personal pleasures, or an uninterrupted moment for the body and the imagination to play... being privy to this sort of privacy, a human in some kind of seclusion, can be a tad intoxicating and awe-inspiring.
my favorite quote to capture this goes as follows: "but I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes... the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of the holies, the soul sits alone." - ms. edith wharton, "the fullness of life"
what makes you happy and what makes you cry ? ouef, the list is long; i could ramble on and on. to sum it up: heartache and an affair with the meaningful can make me feel both.
do you feel yourself going crazy of everyone’s behavior around you ? only a few (the ones i give power to) can make me feel as though i've lost my marbles... wink. *
do you feel finally understood ? i can't say i do feel understood, but i do finally feel accepted, at least for being authentic. and that's quite alright with me. if i had to pick and choose between the two, i'd much prefer the latter anyway.
do you surround yourself with people that have the same passions as you do ? i'm quite the hermit, but i like it. * though, i think it would be invigorating to be surrounded by passionate people eager to learn, share, create and capture.
a lesson i'd like to share with other girls : to feel empowered, collaborate and empower. *