My  masculine, hideous hands, looked gorgeous and somewhat meaningful in this light.  

How beautiful is this room?! I fell in love. Couldn't stop taking pictures.

I've always envied photographers that could capture the beauty in every day life, because I couldn't figure out how to. I was always wrapped up in 'creating stories' and impressing people with shocking and fantastically photoshopped works, that I forgot about my personal love for capturing skin, bones, light, people. I've stopped caring about my art as a business, and that has made me so much happier. I take photos when it feels right, and therefore I think I'm a more genuine artist.