Anxiety, are you real?

Our bodies, so magnificently created, are constantly communicating with us. Especially when somethings is out of balance. Well, that’s the whole point in a way isn’t it - if it’s good, you don’t need to be warned, to be alerted. In the case of the opposite though, you better listen carefully.

I’ve been living my life with anxiety unclear from how long. Back in the days I thought it’s me, it’s my problem, that there is something not right with me. But never I thought that I might be having a condition that might have collected from somewhere or appeared after certain experience. I used to believe anxiety and depression are jokes, an excusses that people use to explain their fear or lack of ambition. Until after my dad’s passing away I heard that he was struggling with it. His death changed me completely and thought me not to make assumptions but first to learn about the conditions themselves.

So, I started asking questions, digging information related to my feelings so I can understand more. Turned out I have anxiety. Still continued to ignore it in a way as in my upbringing and home country talking about mental health is not a common subject matter.

But with time, information, conversations I became more and more familiar with it. Since recently I can actually feel it - when it comes and when it goes. I pay more attention to my bodily feelings, I listen more. And it turned out it’s not me, it never was, it’s just something i feel sometimes and that probably I might be even able to let go completely.

Our bodies know us better than we think. We’re intangibly connected to everything and everything is connected to us. And out bodies are the bridge between, the vessel that transmits the information, the best friend that always has our back.

Do you listen? Do you allow yourself to stop and really listen to yourself? To observe what your mind, body and soul are telling you, and how sometimes there is an argument? Those two voices in your head, do you listen?

Or are you scared? Is there something that you avoid facing? Is there a pain that you’re scared to let go of because yore so used to it? But what if you let it go and it all works out? What if by listening to your own body you understand that life it’s lighter without that pain even if the pain is so familiarly satisfying?

We’re all in this together. But each of us has it’s own personal work to do.

Self Portraiture as Self Discovery

Like many artists, I started my photography journey drawn to fire art photography. I remember the time when I was looking for an image on Google that can represent my emotions and moods on a Skype profile image. Something that can fit in square and tel others with no words what’s on my mind. I know it sounds a bit odd, maybe more than a bit, but this is actually how it all started. That was when I made the decision to pursue photography, a visual representation of my emotions. Women and nudes were my favorite subject from day one.

I began with self-portraiture as I couldn’t explain to anyone else how to feel my emotions, and mainly because those images were created in the privacy of my own. Also I wanted to be the sujbect on in the frame, but felt too shy and unworthy to ask somebody to photograph me. I discovered, working by yourself with yourself is a very intimate act of creation and benefitial in many ways. Even one extra person in the room will make it a shared experience instaed. Even though sometimes I wish I had an extra arm or a pair of eyes to make the process a bit easier, that gives me an opportunity to expand my capabilities and creativity further. I shot when I needed, always honest and somehow dark.

Self Portrait, 2010

Self Portrait, 2010

In the beginning, I didn’t know where this is going, I was just playing. Now, 12 years later I can say that self-portraiture has become my rehabilitation center, my therapy, and way of going through life. It is my save boat and best friend. I have documented my rawest experiences and emotions.

It is an amazing act of self-focus. Self-discovery and self-realization. I can’t imagine to ever stop or deprive myself of such a gift. And if you haven’t tried yet - go and make some, see how you feel after. I’m curious and I’d love to know how you get on.

Hourglass. Self Portrait 2020

Hourglass. Self Portrait 2020