Words: Life During Wartime

As everyone raced to create their pandemic project, I questioned what I could say. Journalistic tendencies, social or personal are not my forte. Every nuance was being covered minute by minute on every social platform you could think of. A friend invited me to take a trip and so I went. Later I went on another then another. Visiting family and friends, and seeing what the world felt like. It looked pretty much the same, people wore masks (sometimes) and road and streets were occasionally emptier than I remembered or expected but not radically different. In the end I thought to just let it all come in. I tried new things, old things and things inbetween. I sought to create a collection instead of a capital "P" project though it was planned. Utilizing different formats and techniques I sought to crack open the space between images, how they look, how they feel and how they work together. In some sense I traveled and found them and worked to see if I could give them their autonomy, away from myself though always borne within my third eye. Perhaps I want to speak collective more than "I" though Shrodinger notwithstanding, I had to open the box to take them out to see. As we wind away through our fake news, idols and tweets ;I just let the things that were in front of me, be. Not a revolution, but I know it's going to be alright. Until it's not.