Monday, July 21, 2014
Things I Should Have Said Part Four: I Wasn’t Faithful

I justified my actions in my head, it wasn’t that bad. I was young, I said to myself. I have seen two people very dear to me cheat, and they were still together, so what’s the problem? It’s not like you were going to marry me, anyways!
Sure, I loved you, but I could tell we loved each other different. You’re seemingly lack of interest and blatant selfishness made me start to resent you. All’s I wanted was a mans true affection. 
He told me I was beautiful and bought me a drink. He complimented my photography. He told me he liked how ambitious I was and how I didn’t let anyone get in my way to success. We laughed. We drank. We laughed some more.
I had watched them cheat and they were fine, I told myself when I kiss that guy.

Things I Should Have Said Part Four: I Wasn’t Faithful

I justified my actions in my head, it wasn’t that bad. I was young, I said to myself. I have seen two people very dear to me cheat, and they were still together, so what’s the problem? It’s not like you were going to marry me, anyways!

Sure, I loved you, but I could tell we loved each other different. You’re seemingly lack of interest and blatant selfishness made me start to resent you. All’s I wanted was a mans true affection. 

He told me I was beautiful and bought me a drink. He complimented my photography. He told me he liked how ambitious I was and how I didn’t let anyone get in my way to success. We laughed. We drank. We laughed some more.

I had watched them cheat and they were fine, I told myself when I kiss that guy.

Friday, May 16, 2014
Things I Should Have Said: Part 3 “Goodbye”
Drifting along with the radio on. Windows down, sun beaming through and warming my legs that rested on the dashboard of my sisters car. Summer of 2007, and not a care in the world. 
The flashing lights slowed us down, and the road was mostly blocked off. The shattered remains of a crotch rocket and a truck were scattered through the intersection.
Then I noticed a body laying covered by a sheet. A image that is still very clear in my mind even 7 years later. The impact of the accident was so hard that the shoes were knocked off the corpse. A bloody foot was left uncovered by the sheet. 
I text Mike, telling him I just saw a fatal accident involving a crotch rocket with the temporary tags still on. I told him to be careful because I knew he had just bought a bike of his own the day before. I told him we were all still planning on going bowling at 9:00. I told him to call me. 
Mike never replied. He never came bowling. He never called, and I never got a chance to say a proper goodbye.

RIP Mike  

Things I Should Have Said: Part 3 “Goodbye”

Drifting along with the radio on. Windows down, sun beaming through and warming my legs that rested on the dashboard of my sisters car. Summer of 2007, and not a care in the world. 

The flashing lights slowed us down, and the road was mostly blocked off. The shattered remains of a crotch rocket and a truck were scattered through the intersection.

Then I noticed a body laying covered by a sheet. A image that is still very clear in my mind even 7 years later. The impact of the accident was so hard that the shoes were knocked off the corpse. A bloody foot was left uncovered by the sheet. 

I text Mike, telling him I just saw a fatal accident involving a crotch rocket with the temporary tags still on. I told him to be careful because I knew he had just bought a bike of his own the day before. I told him we were all still planning on going bowling at 9:00. I told him to call me. 

Mike never replied. He never came bowling. He never called, and I never got a chance to say a proper goodbye.

RIP Mike  

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Things I Should Have Said: Part 2 “Am I Pretty Now?”

“You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” 
― Gautama Buddha

I chose sunflowers because they are a flower that spends its day following the light, the sun, the truth. 

I chose a headstand because one must seek stability and balance, even when their world feels upside down.

I chose to include my window without curtains because we should always be looking out into the world, even if it is dark, to see what the universe has to offer.

I chose a lamp with no shade to remind us of the light that shines inside each and everyone of u. We should not cover our light, but shine it bright for others to embrace.

I chose to be naked because it is when we are comfortable in our own skin, truly letting down our emotional guard that we can share our gifts with others. 

I chose to place my hands at my heart center because it is important to love you for you. From the inside out. Every fiber and cell of our beings. Even loving our imperfections, because those are what make us imperfectly perfect. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Things I Should Have Said Pt. 1

For 2014 I wanted to do a project for myself. A project that pushed my boundaries not only as a photographer, but as a writer. I have a page in my journal and in the center of the page with big black sharpie I wrote ‘things I should have said’. It now has layers of words and phrases, small afterthoughts of the times when I was quiet. I often times find myself at a loss for words in certain moments of my life. Whether those moments are times of happiness, sadness, frustration, it isn’t until after those moments have past that I find the words i wished I would have said.

This self portrait series is dedicated to all the things I wish I would have said. 

Can I photograph your hands?

The skin was thin, a reddish purplish color. The kind of color you see on the hands of people you know have had a long life filled with stories. Strong hands that guided her from Croatia to America at the young age of 18. Hands that held and raised two beautiful children. Hands that worked, cooked, prayed and comforted. I remember her veins were very large, they stuck out like a small pipeline filled with blood, ever so intriguing to my small child eyes. Her nails where thin and shaped like almonds. Each of her fingers were crooked, twisted and bent from years of arthritis. They reminded me of crab claws due to her limited mobility. However, even with the lack of mobility and immense pain she still was able to crochet. Creating some of the most beautifully detailed doilies I had ever seen, gifting them to my family and I at birthdays and special holidays. 

I never really realized the value of these small presents until after she died. As much as I hate to admit, I never really realized the value and importance of her, as a human, until after she died. I was young and naive. I thought she would live forever. But then one morning I woke up and she was dead. I cried for a long while. Cried out of sadness, and cried out of regret. It sucks, you know, to regret the time you didn’t spend with someone. The things you never said, the questions you never asked. I remember seeing her hands gently folded in her casket, even then I thought about taking a photo of them, but felt it would be weird to photograph the hands of a corpse…I still regret that moment, too.

I thought this story would be a good place to start my journey because this not only is a time in my life when I wished I would have said something, but a time in my life when I wished I would have photographed something.

I mean, why the hell didn’t I just ask “Grandma, can I please photograph your hands?”

RIP

Frances Antonovich

1927-2009 

 

Monday, April 29, 2013