Stepping in front of the camera stirred old hurts and humiliations, and helped me move through and envision a new story of freedom and personal power.
There have always been images of women in water. Cascading, soft, flowing, delicate...annoying! Why do they look oblivious to the real world? As I was waking up in my life, I wanted pictures of it, pictures of me in water. I did not want to cascade anymore -- I wanted images to help me get back to my long lost self.
I am coming undone. Piece by piece, flesh and bone, heart and matter, who I have believed myself to be is coming undone. The unraveling has even begun to feel good. Life is revealing herself to me as the wild ride she is!
The forest became a place to be in my body in a new way, with a new attitude and possibilities. Being naked among the trees quickly felt quite natural (apart from the cold, ha!), and the process of photographing different aspects felt like an act of storytelling from my inner self.
A prayer for my body: I grew into my womanhood completely traumatized with such poor self-esteem. My boundaries were beyond crossed and I had no healthy model of what I was suppose to become.
Unveiling the shroud of mystery, wouldn't that be the most peaceful dream for our body and soul? I realized: The hardest censor ever, might be myself.
My spirit has not faltered in my battle with cancer. Even with the superficial sacrifices, I have never felt more beautiful because I have embodied the warrior spirit, full of courage, vigor, and determination.
A conversation about creativity, the alchemical process of unveiling the beauty of life, in each woman...
With her song, Deeper, Jo Hamilton takes us deeper into the unveiling
It was truth and authenticity that I wanted to see, and that is exactly what I got - with disarming transparency.
I wrote a photo essay for Bella Mia about Unveiled.
No matter what anyone says or how you spin it, women and aging just don’t seem to go well together...
The element of expressive play in my life is sacred to me and an way of sharing myself with my world...
When the time came to strip it all, my mind did something I did not expect.
At one point I walked fully up to myself in the full length mirror and couldn’t find air, couldn’t find words. I realized in that second, I was seeing my now-self for the first time.
My photo session was a gift to myself. A reminder that I may have been chipped a little in my journeys, but by no means am I broken. I am still Beautiful. Strong. A Survivor.
I am beautiful and I am sexy, not because of my appearances or presentations but my energy and honesty of being me!
The anticipation of seeing the photos filled me with equal parts excitement and dread. For weeks I imagined ow the outcome might look.
I have been a late bloomer in life. After spending a lot of time on my own, at long last I met a wonderful man. Though our beginning had bumps, I really wanted to move through my resistance, insecurities and fears to open to this relationship.
Take a risk today, you don't know what tomorrow brings.
Whenever I tried to picture myself in my mind it was always a faceless, chubby, insecure little girl I saw. Speaking to friends I realized that not being able to see one’s own face wasn’t normal.