The Death of Childhood

I shot this after watching a news piece on bullying. The show was interesting because it talked about bullying and how it starts around middle school. From my experiences, it started much earlier. I found it got easier come middle school and into high school. But that's not the point of this photograph. I have two intentions with this photograph. First, I wanted to raise the question, Is childhood as we knew it, dead or has it just evolved? Secondly, I wanted to do something completely out of the ordinary for me. I've come to a major realization that I've had before, but never at this level; I only need to prove something to myself. What other people may or may not like is their personal taste. I can't change that. If I shoot something that they like, great. If they don't like it and think it's rubbish, great. It's not going to matter to me. Simply because I'm shooting for me now. I wrote last week how I'm so sick of the bullshit pressure I put on myself. I am. I am so over it. I'm shooting what I want to shoot because it makes me happy, or expresses the way I'm feeling about whatever it is that I'm feeling at the present moment. If my creativity wants to get dark, I'm going to follow it all the way down the rabbit hole until I get to where I'm going. I'm tired of trying to create/do/say/be what other people think I should be. I'm going to be me. That's all I can do.
I've said my peace.