As a teenager I went through my hard identity crises, but I always pushed through the issues and told myself that this moment of pain shall pass. But as an adult, telling myself that this moment of extreme pain and tribulation will pass does not seem to feel true. I have been without work for over a month and I've found myself applying to any job that I feel would give me a chance. I've found myself getting to know my nieces and nephews better; I've went to more dirty New York beaches that I have visited in my life; and I've started to write more. This blog is a product of my unemployment; a product of my need to vent my frustrations on the world and on my life's pain; and this blog is a product of my need to expose the world to my love of photography, poetry, and fashion as I've gotten to use my time to develop this love of the arts.
The photograph on this post was taken my very humble sister, who snapped this photo along with a few others to show to a program director in the desire to teach photography to that program. She did not get the job, but I appreciate her passion and drive to become more than she is as a mother, sister, and dreamer. She took the photo to capture the emptiness of the moment and this emptiness is how I feel in this time of unknowing. I want to be like the photo that captured the uncertainty of the emptiness and become a beautiful representation of the void.