Ericka McDonald

 

I’ve always been attracted to fear.  As a child dreaming of roller skating in tornado wind and obsessing on deep infinite nothingness of space.  Teenaged me walking in graveyards and ghettos with my black don’t-give-a-damn hair.  At university deciding that I could not believe in God to give life meaning and purpose. The more serious abyss of looking at my sleeping child knowing I will die someday.  Baring myself in front of the ice-cold lens of my camera, where I cannot hide. The fear that lies around disassembling oneself.  Seeing clearly.  Fear intrigues me because through it, I find courage.  I move closer to truth.