I consider my work to be an intricate part me. My ideals, thoughts, convictions, emotions, experiences, insecurities, hopes, rejections, disappointments, and passions all manifest themselves in my work defining an aspect of who I am as a human as well as an artist. This is beautiful, freeing, and completely terrifying.
Through my work, I’m completely vulnerable, open to acceptance and appreciation or dismissal and failure. My work is metaphorically naked, an authentic, vulnerable and enigmatic aspect of me.
In some ways modeling, specifically for photographers, was a perfect distraction–a way to avoid the doubts and struggles that would inevitably accompany pursuing my own art. As a model, I felt far less exposed, I was risking very little (artistically) on my part.
As the artist, I’m vulnerable. I feel far more exposed with my own art than I ever did nude in front of a camera or a room full of classmates. That may seem absurd but it’s the most accurate way I can explain ‘naked carly art’.