I would rather not claim to be anything but an amateur.
And now an out of context excerpt from my old scrap book:
I cannot convey my life to you through a series of snapshots
I cannot paint a self portrait with only a brush
A picture lacks breath, blood, laughter
And a mirror is only glass
As easily shattered as our confidence
This is my life condensed into snapshots
As if paper and ink could justify or prove my existence
As if words could tell the secrets my eyes imprison
Some would say every time the camera flashes your soul loses substance
Your eyes loose pigment
And moments are trapped between the clock hand and the camera lens
In negative space
This is my life on display
Begging for a standing ovation
And I am an assassin
Taking souls with my bullet less gun
Favourite genre of music: rock/indie.
Favourite photographer: dunno yet
Favourite style of art: abstract, conceptual
MP3 player of choice: I only have a Shuffle
Shell of choice: Sea shells?
Wallpaper of choice: errgggaadd
Skin of choice: FORE! hahaha get it?
Favourite cartoon character: Simba or Sleeping Beauty