| day nineteen |

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

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Yeah, horrible photo of me. See how many fucks I give!

| day eighteen |

"The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold."

| day seventeen |

"...all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps."

| day sixteen |

"I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away."

| day fifteen |

"The laughter penetrates my silence as drunken men find flaws in science."

| day fourteen |

"How do you know I'm mad?"

"You must be, or you wouldn't have come here."

| day thirteen |

"When it gets dark, I tow your heart away."

| day twelve |

"From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire."

| day eleven |

"I dwell with a strangely aching heart in that vanished abode there far apart..."

| day ten |

“Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.”

| day nine |

"I don't wanna miss out on the holiday, but I can't stop staring at your face. I should be playing in the winter snow, but imma be under the mistletoe."

| day eight |

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart."

| day seven |

"Blind the face with beauty paste, eventually you'll one day know."

| day six |

"And I would walk 500 miles..."

| day five |

"Siete son los pecados cometidos, suman ocho conmigo...vamos pal infierno, pon que no sea eterno. Suave y bien."

| day four |

"Like a flower waiting to bloom, like a lightbulb in a dark room - I'm just sitting here, waiting for you to come on home and turn me on."

| day three |

"I can't imagine all the people that you know and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low."

| day two |

"After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched out alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you...you don’t even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it’s obviously your own damn fault. You haven’t been able to—to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can’t, or don’t dare anymore, to open your heart.”

| day one |

“I’m just a painting that’s still wet. If you touch me, I’ll be smeared. You’ll be stained for the rest of your life.”

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Well, here we are again. Over a year has passed since I finished my first Project 365 and a lot has changed. Once again, I am nowhere close to being the same person I was a year ago, yet it amazes me how much I don't remember of this change.

The first time around, I did this project to feel more comfortable with myself in front of the camera. I wanted people to feel and see the same beauty I saw in them, but how could I do that if I couldn't feel that way about myself? It was hypocritical of me, so I decided to let all of my walls down and step in front of the shutter for once. I learned so much about myself from that year-long experience and I wouldn't change it for a single thing.

Here's the thing - I don't mind putting myself in front of the camera anymore, but I still enjoy learning about myself through my own photographs. So this time around, while I'm still going to be using myself as a model, don't be weirded out if you see a photograph with no one in it. This project is going to be about expanding my skills, not just myself. So if I'm struck with a flash of creativity that needs someone else as the model, well, I'm going to do it.

What I'm trying to say is, is that this 365 is going to be much more laid back than the last one. I may not get each photo up by midnight every day, but I will definitely try. I want quality with this project, and not so much worry about how fast I can upload the photo. With that said though, do not let me slack! Seriously. Also, fun fact, I may end up ranting a lot more in the blog this time around (it may not be weekly), so stay tuned for some insight into my crazy, ridiculously intellectual (and good-looking) brain.