I had to come back home from my reality escape in Arizona today and get back to facing the music. An early 3:30 AM wake up call set things in motion, with a 4 AM trip to the airport and a flight at 6. I arrived back in Yakima by mid-day and had to unpack quickly before meeting up with my buddy Jake who was busy doing makeup for some friends and had asked me to shoot some of his work for his portfolio. By 3, I was in Ellensburg waiting for my son outside his middle school, ready to pick him up for the weekend. The whole day, I'd been thinking about some heavy life stuff that I had to tell him. He'd been at his mom's for the previous two weeks and in that time frame, a lot in life has changed.
The thought of loss and how my life has seen a fair share of it played consistently through my head like a broken record. I gained no sleep on the flight, thinking pretty hard about coming home. Our conversation went as well as it could and not long after, I received an email. In it, was a message about this project, a previous project, and a post that I'd put up a few nights back. I got pretty intense in how I wrote it, but I knew I had to verbalize my thoughts how I did. There weren't any comments on the thread. Not unexpected. As I read this letter, I came upon this:
I think us artists are in a whole different planet when their heart is speaking so loudly that it pounds out your chest and has to find a voice in our art. For me, that happens to be these projects and for as pointless as it can seem at times, every so often there's a connection that actually means something to someone. I don't want to have to keep feeling regret for the progression of my story, so that's got to change, however, there is at least some circle of life quality to it when I get affirmations like the previous quote. To who wrote that, thank you. Thanks for your words that did much the same to my soul today. I'm glad that in these times where I have to come home and face the music, there's still some life being given back into the world during a loss. I don't have an agenda. Art is at it's truest when it comes from the heart. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 20. Reagan, with hair and makeup by Jake French.