About a year and a half ago, while deep in the throes of a long and unrelenting episode of depression, I shot this self-portrait:
It’s called Stigmata (Depression/Anxiety), and it’s one of my favourite photographs I’ve ever shot. Juxtaposing mental illness with religious iconography is interesting to me, positioning myself as a martyr is interesting to me– so much so that I revisited this concept recently:
Only this time, my stigmata are PTSD and insomnia. I’m currently experiencing the worst episode of insomnia I’ve ever had, and this is after a lifetime of sleep disorder. Suffering continues but manifests in new ways. And I can still place myself in the role of a martyr if I so choose.