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Control Freak
Artistic Direction and Curation By Dawn Michelle Downey
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Long story short, I created this personal project to help guide myself through some recurring themes that needed to be processed once and for all. I'm on a journey of self discovery, trying to figure things out. This is a piece of my diary; here to commemorate a time in my life where I am releasing some things and moving into what’s next for me.
So if you’re reading this and if you're seeing these photos, then you are seeing me work through some major themes that I’ve had over the course of my life (La dee da dee daaaaaaah).
Welcome. This project was extremely cathartic for me. You might be uncomfortable. Maybe not. Either way, thanks for being here! Hope you get to learn a little bit about me in the process.
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My love for dance wasn’t inherent, but born out of the desire to prove others wrong. You see, one of my toxic traits is rising to a can't challenge. Tell me that I can’t do something and I’ll not only meet, but exceed the challenge! Why? Meh...Ego. Defiance. How dare you, yada yada... It is what it is.
So when a group of my 8th grade peers, (who were assholes because all 8th graders are assholes. So was I.) laughed at me while I did the Santa Barbara (looking CRAZY!) during the homecoming dance reggae set, I vowed to not only master the Santa Barbara, but to body the senior prom.
For months my girls and I created routines, and learned all the dance steps. Butterfly, bougle, santa barbara and pepperseed were all tight. And yet on prom night I didn't think about proving. I just kicked it with my friends, danced, cut up and enjoyed myself.
Interesting how you can fall in love with something that someone once said you couldn't achieve. Crazy how you lighten up when you prepare and then give up control.
RIP Jennie
My love for dance wasn’t inherent, but born out of the desire to prove others wrong. You see, one of my toxic traits is rising to a can't challenge. Tell me that I can’t do something and I’ll not only meet, but exceed the challenge! Why? Meh...Ego. Defiance. How dare you, yada yada... It is what it is.
So when a group of my 8th grade peers, (who were assholes, because all 8th graders are assholes. So was I.) laughed at me while I did the Santa Barbara (looking CRAZY!) during the homecoming dance reggae set, I vowed to not only master the Santa Barbara, but to body the senior prom.
For months my girls and I created routines, and learned all the dance steps. Butterfly, bougle, Santa Barbara and pepperseed were all tight. And yet on prom night I didn't think about proving. I just kicked it with my friends, danced, cut up and enjoyed myself.
Interesting how you can fall in love with something that someone once said you couldn't achieve. Crazy how you lighten up when you prepare and then give up control.
RIP Jennie
