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couldn’t pick tbh
Thinking about turning them into a personal visual diary. Printing them out and compiling them in a book, almost like a journal but with images. Eventually, I’d love to experiment with making zines and maybe even putting together a physical or digital exhibition or submitting to a gallery. Don’t know but we’ll see.
taking pictures almost nude makes me feel so euphoric. like, i love living in my own skin. it’s sexy. the sheer physicality of it. I’m my own voyeur. My own visual director. Looking through my lens. Self-expression doesn’t have to be super defined
I don’t know if I want to be known by you
I hate the fact that sometimes it feels like I have to apologize for being a quiet person. I’m not broken. Don’t project your discomfort onto someone you don’t understand. Stop trying to prod and “fix” me. It’s annoying as shit. My silence is not your puzzle to solve. I speak when I have something to say. My quietness doesn’t mean I am disconnected. I’m constantly processing. Constantly watching and observing. It just so happens that I open up more to people don’t demand anything from me. Why do you flinch at my stillness? Bruh, people are annoying as hell.
Nyanderi Deng by Axle Jozeph for Nataal Magazine