The end…(maybe the saddest and rawest thing I have shared, crying)

Thanks for all the kind messages in response to my very, very vulnerable story yesterday. If you missed it, I said…

I am posting my most favorite work that means the most artistically and emotionally and I have less and less reach every time I post on every platform.

To say I feel discouraged at this point in my career would be an enormous understatement.

It’s not just the lack of reach but where I see things heading right now when it comes to careers built in the house of cards of social media like mine has been.

I heard it said that every 7 years things change. It’s been 7 years since I started this wild journey of art that somehow became a career and ended up with 2 published books and tons of wild adventures and opportunities which I am grateful for.

I have been mourning the loss of something for the last few months. Something and everything.

In many ways I think I am grieving the loss of all that I have built (on a foundation of sand through an hourglass).

I told someone recently that this 2nd book that comes out in September feels like the end of an era. I was incredibly sad when I wrote out the intro to it but couldn’t figure out why I had such sadness at the core of my being when writing.

I think I knew the answer though.

It was the beginning of my grieving process for my career. Who knows what the next part of the journey is?

I am in the midst of moving and mourning the end of this weird and wonderful (and often heart-breaking) era of snow photography and whatever else I have conjured up artistically.

Pondering the rest of the story.

But my hands are raw from digging my own grave (referencing some incredibly meaningful lyrics).