The Chicka Sisterhood

{April 24, 2008}   Sight

I’ve come to the conclusion that people see what they want to see. We all hate change; we all hate the idea of being left behind. And while we may know that the reason we are born is to overcome our own failings and leave this world a better place, we struggle with the concept. The truth is, the way we view the world determines the way the world shapes around us. There is no such thing as truth or illusion when talking about sight. What I see when looking at the world is different from what you see; let’s honor our differences and be kind to one another.

What do I see? A beautiful girl. Finally.

Sight, copyright CMP, 2008


{April 4, 2008}   6am

Self doubt creeps into the room in the middle of the night.

What did she mean when she said, he knows what you look like, right?

Am I so terrible looking?

And of course he knows what I look like.

Your self portraits aren’t you.

They’re me. More than anything else in the world, they’re me.

I don’t see you in them. He knows what you look like, right?

Surely the heavy-set girl can get the boy.

Surely the heavy-set girl deserves to get the boy.

Surely the heavy-set girl is a desireable partner and soulmate.

What did she mean? I look hideous. Why would I even consider this?

I don’t know. What’s the likelihood this is going to go anywhere, anyway? Now, how’s dinner for you on the 30th? It’s the only day I can do it. You can tell me about this photography… thing… hobby…

{February 1, 2008}   Of Me

“The power to guess the unseen from the seen, to trace the implications of things, to judge the whole piece by the pattern, the condition of feeling life in general so completely that you are well on your way to knowing any particular corner of it—this cluster of gifts may almost be said to constitute experience.”

~Henry James / In Partial Portraits (1888)

copyright 2008, CMP; Used with permission of the photographer. All Rights Reserved. 

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