One of the most dangerous emotions I feel, if not the most dangerous. Being an extrovert, I need human interaction or I suffer.
I’m focusing on self portraits and taking one shot photos of what I look like in a swing: no posing, no retakes. Just my face. You never realize how much a facial expression can tell you.
Chapped lips: I forget to drink water most of the time.
Unkempt appearance: I think I’ve stopped caring at all.
Furrowed brow and wider eyes: Deep, aching sadness.
Droopy eyes and dark circles: I’ve kind of hit a wall.
Music recommendation: In Collusion with The Waves by Seas of Years
Film recommendation: “What About Bob?” starring my hero Bill Murray