I needed a creative charge. She was a willing muse. My mission was to capture her the way I, and countless others, actually see her. To get her to cast her personal demons aside and feel free, feel beautiful, to see her fierceness like everyone else does. To have her stop and ask “is this me?” and know the answer is “hell yes, it’s me”. To have documented proof that she gives the demons too much space and priority, that they could be quieted and eventually disposed of if she let them. To spend time not thinking about what anyone else thinks and only giving me what I needed for an hour on a Friday night, letting me drag her here and there because the light is great and the walls are awesome. Because I’m her friend and I needed a creative outlet. Because giving of herself is one of her many beautiful attributes. Because hell yes, she’s beautiful inside and out and it’s time she starts to believe it.
I could spend every Friday night taking each one of my friends out to do this and I would have this overwhelming sense of peace because each one of them is so insanely beautiful, fighting their own demons and it’s time to kick them out.