i sat with Chirshon for a few hours discussing her past, the future, and Andy Warhol. I find myself at a loss for exactly WHAT to say or not to say anymore because I dont feel like typing for shit. I’ve been about the business of working and writing and being more visible amongst the masses that are photographers in Chicago. forcing myself to the forefront of peoples minds daily and trying to figure out along the say just why AI still do this art
so why do I?
I love it. I would die without it. I want to be the best that ever touched a camera. the effort wains on me and my soul just feels weaker and weaker, but then again you dont give a shit do you
ugh. damned mirror
