Ghosts from the past.
I had a story to tell. I wanted to tell it. But I couldn’t. I faced my plain paper with a pencil in my hand ready to tell this story, my story but I couldn’t bring my self to do it. It was just a mix of bitterness, pain and true fear, fear like I’ve ever felt before, it tugged at my throat and I began to lose breath. I promised never to weep again, what happened happened and I’m bigger and stronger now. Tears don’t show weakness, but If I had cried, it would be because of my weakness. I wanted to tell a story of Domestic violence and how it affects a family. My process usually is getting an image in my head,bringing it to life through photography, then I draw and add my emotions to it but too many memories didn’t let this one get to the emotion stage. Anyways, here are the photos. Original concept by Me, Patrick Chuka. Feel free to steal for whatever reason if its worth it. I got my mum, cousins and a father I never had to model for me on this one. Sadly,