J.R. Blackwell, pictured here as photographed by me, also appears in my book HONEST LIAR.
J.R. is an artist of all trades. Writer, singer, photographer, model, actress, contortionist, you fucking name it. She’s overwhelmingly generous, intimidatingly intelligent, kind, wonderful, and sexy ;-).
Her and her husband Jared Axelrod have been enormously kind to me and supportive of me throughout my photographic career. I’ve had the absolute joy of staying with them on two occasions and could hardly ask for better company. The world is only a good place because of people like them. I cannot stress to you enough how good and worthwhile they are. I’m forever feeling indebted and guilty they’re so kind to me.
If you google her name you’ll stumble across a plethora of her work from all genres, all amazing, all worth it. The same goes for Jared, a writer himself as well as costuming wizard who you’ll see pictured in the Wikipedia article for Steampunk. That’s how badass he is.
In which Jack Scoresby says some very nice things about me and my husband.
What’s weird about this is that I often feel like I’m lazy, stupid, selfish and that I look like a troll woman who lives under a bridge. I believe this so firmly, that when I pass a mirror, I am often surprised that I don’t see a strange mutant turtle-woman looking back at me.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s why I do everything I do – if it’s the little voice in the back of my head that tells me that I haven’t done enough, that I’m not operating up to my full abilities. The voice that tells me I’m a bad friend has me going out of my way to make up for it. The voice that tells me I’m lazy has me taking on new projects and pushing myself. Maybe it’s helpful.
Or maybe it’s not. Maybe I’d do more and be a better person if I saw myself the way Jack sees me. I like the way he sees me, vibrant, a woman who can stand on her shoulders while wearing a suit, a woman in white, surrounded by sunlight. I like the way the world looks, though Jack Scoresby’s eyes.