Being an artist is a scary and vulnerable career. I consistently feel like I am exposing my heart for the world to critique, judge and pick apart.⠀
But, I must share! I am working on a new series and I can't wait to show you!⠀
I am not the greatest photographer.
In fact, I am not really a photographer at all. Taking photos is recovery for me. It has been therapy... One morning in late 2013, while perched over my toilet in Australia, vomiting, gagging, covered in sweat & shaking like a leaf, pausing only to apply my tried & tested ‘hair of the dog’ method, I truly hoped the world would end.
I was much too scared for suicide, and I figured if the world just blows up, or explodes or something, then nobody suffers, right? Not surprisingly, these sick mornings were still not enough to deter me, and it wasn’t until good old ‘Rock Bottom March 2014’ that I quit drinking alcohol for good. But by this time, my liver was in pretty bad shape. I learned at this point however, that it is one of the most hardwearing, regenerative organs in the body, and after a month, it had almost recovered completely.
The sober me is a little quiet, a little more reserved, but in 2014 those sick mornings had been replaced by a sunrise walk and a phone camera. In all honesty, I only did it to stop from thinking about wanting a drink; or thinking in circles about that sketchy, booze fueled past, or how I could have done more with all that time I wasted.... I am not a photographer really. I am a recovered alcoholic who switched his addiction to something that could potentially wake him the fuck up. Almost 4 years later, and I am not that loud person I was, I am now a 40 year old man learning how to be an adult... .