My name is Fiona Hurst and its been almost 10 years since I graduated in 2015. I've done a lot with my career so far, and honestly I'm proud of it. None of the work I've done professionally for businesses has my name on it nor will I ever see most of it again as the imaging I did belongs to it's respective companies. That's all fair cuz the photography exclusive studios (absolutely zero video processing) I worked for have the 2 contracts I signed to allow the work AT THE TIME of employment to be exclusively theirs. My skills are mine and most of what I actually want to do has little to do with photography
Ya see, I've been jumping around a lot. I pride myself on swinging multiple gigs at once if I can. It's always nice to have a back up plan. A real person can only jump around so much though.
In all honesty I have neglected this blog. I can say with 100% confidence and honesty that NO ONE has my permission to use these works to assess or analyze me. ESPECCIALY to psychoanalyze me. If this is done you are doing it WITHOUT THE CONSENT of the minor who created these works. I have NEVER discussed my ED with ANYONE outside of this blog. Exceptions: The therapist who diagnosed me, my significant other (lightly so he could understand me better), like 3 close friends. I had close friends who knew what was goin on with me at the time of the creations of these works and they are the people I TRUSED with my PERSONAL ADOLECENT FEELINGS AND FEARS as an UNDER AGED GIRL. (space added for specific emphasis because I was literally a child when this blog was created)
I did not post my email as an option for contact on the blog because I did not want to be contacted about my mental illness. My mental illness that I spent a very long time recovering from is My. Fucking. Business. My 17year old self did not realize what she had signed up for. She was trying to express her feelings, create, work through hurt, understand herself, understand us girls.... I was dealing with a lot and my work was the one place where I could work though it, literally. The art room was the place where I felt safe and listened too. Just like basically 100% of most art majors.
I hear you ask "then why the hell is this on the internet?"
Well I was required to do something related to my career choices in order to graduate. The theme was "turn your passion into profit"
I turn my pain into passion and was expected to capitalize on it essentially. It was what the schools were doing at the time. A Capstone was a VERY new idea when I was in school. As in we were the beta test for it basically. Class of 2015. This sort of assessment is necessary of course. The school system was testing out some new concepts to help set kids up for success. Honestly it worked. I was so inspired by the concepts I was working and am currently working with. The topics I wanted and still want to address are the things that are gross and hard to look at. Having a digital version of the works was an excellent advisory by my AP Portfolio teacher, and when people ask me about the project I'm working on, to this day I reference my own work to explain the concept. The visuals and themes are things I'm actively working on for a current project. My AP teacher gave me the guidance I needed to focus, the tools I needed to create, the space to do so. If there was a lunch brake or a study hall on my school schedule I was spending it in the art room. It was my safe space, to create and work my butt off uninhibited. Shit turned out AMAZING. All because the school gave me the space and support to create. With a lot of the things I was dealing with, that was something my adolescent 16 going on 17 self really needed. Structure and freedom. I didn't drink I didn't party (in highschool I was still religiously devoted to D.A.R.E.) I couldn't even drive yet to go places. I Painted. That is all I wanted to do. My highschool portfolio was absolutely banger thanks to Mr. G. I did not stop creating when I left.
That's why its on the internet. So I could graduate.
To those inspired by my work, I hope that it reaches you in a way that makes you think and not in a way that will make you sick. Be inspired by all means. By the work. Do not be inspired by an eating disorder. It is so much work to get better, so much work to convince the people around you that you have gotten better. Eating disorders are very real things that are more common than anyone cares to think and have more shapes and genders that are common but unacknowledged. However women are statistically effected the most. This particular woman would like to keep on working on her mental health, maintain the work I've already done for it... If a person is truly inspired by the words of a girl trying her damn best by all means be inspired. Just Inspired. Leave the inferencing, Psychoanalysis etc. to the TRAINED PROFESSIONAL who has my Current Adult Consent.
NO ONE ON OR OFF THE INTERNET HAS CONSENT TO TELL MY STORY FOR ME.
Thank you for your time,
The Real Fiona
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