I know that you look at yourself in the mirror alone and say to yourself, "god, I look like shit." But don't worry, it will between you and I.
My work is actually like this secret. It is a secret that is intimate. It is a secret that is private. It is the secret of your thoughts. These secrets may not be formed to words from your mouth; you might not even allow it to be a full thought in your mind. It is the secret that is avoided. It is the secret that you fear will be hurtful. It is the secret of your thoughts while looking at the mirror alone; "god, I look like shit." It is the secret of your thoughts when you regret, love, hurt. It is the secret of your thoughts when you refuse to cry. It is the secret of your thoughts when you decide to hate. I know. I know how exhausted you are in the end of the days work. I know how hurt you are when you were insulted.
It is a secret. I know.
It actually isn't that hard to see it in people, most people are rather transparent. Some even wear it on their sleeves in hopes that someone might give a shit. It is only that the rest of us are caught up in our own secrets. We are so arrogant. We fool ourselves to think that we hide our secrets in the shadow of our facades. In turn, we provide a bizarre ignorance to others.
I will ignore your secrets if you ignore mine.
I don't make any accusations in my work. I don't make any arrogant advice or guidance. I just find it interested the motives, thoughts, and reasons for people. I find it interesting that we all share the same feeling of comfort with a significant other in the morning, on a Saturday void of responsibilities. I find it interesting that we all share the same apathy derived from exhaustion of a day's work.
These secrets make the best stories.
My work is born through human observation of myself and others. It is a straightforward observation of human behavior; our secrets.