



Knowing more of my face is showing has certainly made me more conscious of it. I used to love hiding behind my hair. And anonymity is embraced in nude photography - to be able to project any subject or concept onto the form and allow the individual identity to melt away. But without my usual curtain, the "meditating deer in a headlights while you bend into a pretzel" fallback doesn't quite apply. So I leaned into the subtle. The small changes. I shifted my usual meditation from one of endurance to one of enjoyment. I didn't force myself to stay in poses or places longer than my body wanted to just because someone was watching and asking me to. I felt like my eyes may come back dead in all of these photos. And in some of them they did. You can see me slip away into a thought that clearly isn't about where I am (if you know how to see that sort of thing)...