Young Photographer Series: Christy Trapp (15)
Hi, my name’s Christy. I like pictures and words. I like sugarcoated lullabies and thousand dollar heartache. I like disasters and impossible things that make you dream. I like things that don’t exist yet. I like the smell of coffee in the morning and crooked smiles. I believe in freedom and that everyone is born with a pair of wings upon their back. My love glides from room to room and I am not afraid to shine. I am forever infinite. I am restless in the way your bones always ache, and I store my heart in a jar for safekeeping. I am lights you turn out at night and sounds you only hear in the dark. I am a fan of cliches.
Christy Trapp (15)
Hi, my name’s Christy. I am your atypical fifteen-year-old girl. I like pictures and words. I like sugarcoated lullabies and thousand dollar heartache. I like disasters and impossible things that make you dream. I like things that don’t exist yet. I like the smell of coffee in the morning and crooked smiles. I believe in freedom and that everyone is born with a pair of wings upon their back. My love glides from room to room and I am not afraid to shine. I am forever infinite. I am restless in the way your bones always ache, and I store my heart in a jar for safekeeping. I am lights you turn out at night and sounds you only hear in the dark. I am a fan of cliches.
There is nothing that means more to me then pressing the shutter release on a camera. I want to make someone actually feel something when they look at my pictures. I want their breath to catch in their throat. I want to leave them speechless. I want them to wonder not what the concept in mind was, but to be able to associate their own experiences with it. And I prefer to use sewing lamps, overhead projectors, flashlights, and Christmas tree lights to do so. In more than one way photography is the perfect way for me to embrace every creative aspect of myself, and that in it’s self is reason enough to make it my life long ambition.
