secrets (and lies)

secrets (and lies)

Our secrets partially define us, at least to ourselves.

Our secrets can scare or wickedly delight. They can be recalled with horror or pleasure. A smile or a scream can form on the lips at the memory of a secret. A secret shared can be bonding, but a secret confided can bring the wrath of judgement.

As I’m the person who suggested the monthly theme of secrets to New Cardigan’s GLAM Blog Club, I suppose I should contribute; and I do have secrets to share. However, if they are shared publicly, on a blog, then they are not secrets anymore.

With that in mind, and in the spirit of the inspirational PostSecret, I’ve made a series of postcard-like text and image (haiga-like) mashups that feature both secrets and red herrings. Which are real secrets and which are fake secrets is for you to decide.

Musing on 'What if?'

Musing on 'What if?'