Aging in the Age of the Selfie #TheSelfieProject
Looking at the lines on my face
through the iPhone lens
Drawn deeper, longer.
The curls on my head
lie heavy, grey.
Taking up the screen.
They move on their own now.
The camera's filter can't seem to catch a
glimpse of daddy's and mommy's face
I am my own woman now.
My eyes appear
calm and dark.
They smile on their own.
I remember what Audre Lorde wrote in 'Change of Season'
"Am I to be cursed forever with becoming somebody else on my way to myself?"
"I have paid dearly in time for love I hoarded
summer goes into my words
and comes out reason."
I am trying to capture a sense of time in this selfie.
where to locate change
on a digital
and aging face.