Mallorie Nasrallah

Photography – Las Vegas

I am constantly startled to discover that my career, my passion, and compulsion all operate under the same title: Photographer. As with most compulsions it comes unbidden. As with most passions it is something to constantly strive for. And as with most careers, it chose me as much as I chose it. My life was planned to result in something mundane, but pleasant. At no point have I had the courage to reject this plan. But somewhere along the way I discovered photography, and the risk of losing it became a risk much greater than living a strange, unexpected life. It took a long time for me to realize what is a simple tautology: I could never have been anything but what I am. Which could be a very sad statement excepting the fact that what I am is more than I ever had the nerve to dream I could be. Lack of strength to reject the compulsion, lack of will to put aside the passion has resulted in the very lucky state of loving my life and my work. I could only ever be a tortured artist, if I first refused to be an artist.