I don’t think this work is a project at all. This is more of an introspection, a peak into my archive from the university years and beyond. I feel it is more of turning pages, and finding people who have left, the promises and heartbreaks and all the moments in time and space that perhaps could have happened.
There is a certain sense of agitation. It almost feels like something intense is going to happen, but it never happens. These are images between those spaces of unformed accidents, the carpe-diem moments of the exuberance of youth.
A diary, cold of the altitude, the warmth of the people, the lights seeping through the tall pines on my trail through the forest floor and the fog cloaking the distant chaos of the city fills up my negatives.