Who Cares
I want to make beautiful things. Even if nobody cares. Continue reading Who Cares
Author: uncommonsight
Creative artist portrait photographer
Twelve Months
Twelve months. That’s how long I’m giving myself. A year off social media — off the endless scroll, the noise, the pressure to be “seen.” I don’t hate it. I just miss me. Somewhere in between the likes and the algorithms, I stopped noticing the quiet things the ones that used to make me feel … Continue reading Twelve Months
Finding God in the Middle of It All
Some nights I feel like I’m falling apart. Parenting is heavy. Life is loud. My emotions swing and I can’t always catch myself before I break. I want to be strong for my family, but I’m human. I stumble. I lose my patience. I carry guilt that lingers. And still—God meets me there. In the … Continue reading Finding God in the Middle of It All
Dreams, Noise, and Silence
Some nights the mirror feels like an enemy. My face looks wrong. My hair won’t listen. My body doesn’t belong to me. And the weight of it all folds into the same conclusion I hate myself. I care too much about things that shouldn’t matter. Numbers. Attention. Who stayed, who didn’t. I convince myself I’ll … Continue reading Dreams, Noise, and Silence
Born Beneath Pink Skies
Born beneath pink skies. Disappeared into blush nights.Never said goodbye.Just stopped showing up. Some stories don’t end with words. They fade into silence, softer than the memory of a sunset. One day you’re laughing under skies painted pink, and the next you’re a ghost in your own life. Not every goodbye is spoken. Some are … Continue reading Born Beneath Pink Skies
When Dreams Stay Dreams
There is a moment that sneaks up on you. The moment you realize your dreams are just that, dreams. They are not going to come true, at least not in the way you pictured. It is not loud, not some dramatic crash. It is quieter, slower. Like standing still while the world tilts, and suddenly … Continue reading When Dreams Stay Dreams
Still Imagery, Lost Observations
I go by a few names. Not for mystery’s sake, but because each one holds a different version of me. JC the Kid is the part of me that remembers— late-night drives, quiet moments, conversations I never finished. That name lives where nostalgia and curiosity collide. It’s the voice behind the lens. The one still … Continue reading Still Imagery, Lost Observations
Lost. Art. Scripts.
There’s a pile of ideas in my head, and none of them know how to swim. They’re just floating there—half-finished scripts, scribbled lyrics, scenes I can’t stop replaying. Some loud, some quiet. All of them waiting. I keep telling myself I’ll get to them. When life slows down. When I feel better. When the timing … Continue reading Lost. Art. Scripts.
I Just Want to Be Great
I just want to be great at something. And for people to notice. But I don’t want to chase it. I don’t want to play the game. I don’t want to shout over the noise just to be seen. I want to take images that feel like me—soft, quiet, a little heavy. And I want … Continue reading I Just Want to Be Great
The Distance Between the Artist I Am and the Artist I Want to Be
Some days I feel like I’m chasing a version of myself I’ll never catch. The artist I imagine in my head is smarter, faster, more creative. They know what they’re doing. They make things that matter. They don’t second-guess every move. But I do. I hesitate. I doubt. I look at my work and wonder … Continue reading The Distance Between the Artist I Am and the Artist I Want to Be
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