I am transformed on a daily basis.
Painted, poked, prodded and primped.
My entire being is a clean slate
that is constantly reinvented for your viewing.
An array of emotions are conveyed on camera,
but are they mine or my public persona’s?
Sometimes I’m unsure myself.
I am an actress, a muse, a maniac of sorts.
Far from perfect, yet the ideology is what drives the vision.
When I step in front of the lens,
am I stepping into freedom or entrapment?
Is it me who’s in control,
or those that move me from “start” to “finish?”
No one on this Earth is as isolated as they may think.
There is always someone or something causing you
to think the way you think,
and to act the way you act.
Are we artists,
or are we puppets?
Maybe it’s a mixture of both.
A touch can turn into a transfer of toxins.
Be mindful of whose hands are molding you.
written May 25, 2017.