People have liked to put me into compartments all my life. Some think of me as a drunk, others as an intellect, others as an experimental writer, others as an avant-garde con artist, a film obsessive, an obsessive in general, maker of boring films; and I most often stay within those categories because I’ve always encouraged widely differing stories about me.
Who am I? Am I anyone? Is that Chad really Chad?
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Chad Witt is a member of Alternative Process and Experimental Photography, Art And Text, Blur, Digital Modern Portraiture, Gay Men, Mood & Ambience - Strictly Photos, PEACE, LOVE & TRANQUILITY, Photo-Zen, Queer and Gender Theories Group, Raw Art, Self as Other, Self Portrait, Street Photography and Photojournalism, THE DARK CELL, The Male Nude and Vibrant and Vivid Color.
Today I thank you for existing. For being my master. Administering blows with the mind and senses. Then I hear you say to take my tears and spit on the grave of the master. That it’s necessary.
Like. / Wrestling with… / Parallel / Bars; shapes. That… / I did – / Did his; / His terms descending. Inverted. / Invented and listening; / Against and with / His fortitude. What in be…
This perfection. / The deterioration. / The perfection of this deterioration / Into lasting. / Preened as / I am I can now / Not see inside / And not see pretending / To give in and / What – says. …