When I first started, I thought I was claiming beauty and vulnerability for these boys as a response to toxic masculinity. However, the more I watch these, the more I’m struck by their emotionless expressions. This is a personal project, so my theory is that maybe I was expressing, unknowingly, my social anxiety. Most of these boys stare straight back at the viewer, blankly.
However, I’m claiming my view over these boys by mixing them and deconstructing them, as a way of no longer being a bystander but rather imposing my take and perspective – and I didn’t even need therapy.
Not because of this, anyway.