This is more from the project I’m working on with Neil. He doesn’t know about the project and I’d like to keep it that way for a little while. In the meantime, I’m juggling with the idea of completely eliminating his face in most of these. I mean, I know I have his face in the photographs before, but I kindof like the anonymity.
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This image moves more along the lines of Neil’s lifestyle versus mine. He’s grungy. I’m not… really. He’s dirty. I’m clean. His belly-button is a deep abyss where lint collects for days until I finally mention something to him, or he finds it out of boredom. I’ve asked him to collect his belly-button lint in a jar. We’ll see how quickly that will fill.
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The image of me spooning Neil is meant to be androgynous and somewhat anonymous, while still being personal. I couldn’t be happier with it. I can be confused as a male or woman. There are a couple things that give away my gender. One: my nailpolish. But then again, some boys wear nailpolish. and Two: my legs are shaved. But then again, some boys just don’t really have a lot of hair.
I want to continue and make more, but I’m afraid I’m going to hit a brick wall soon. There’s only so far I can take this project. I’m afraid I’ll get to a point where I can’t separate myself from the subconscious and the every-day norm. My professor said I should just keep shooting and not worry about boundaries or consequences. I have nothing to lose. So I’m taking Graham’s advice. I think I’ll make a list. I’m hoping this won’t ruin anything. Suggestions and comments are welcome and could be real real helpful, sweets.