The dream about the end of the world always goes something like this.

The dream about the end of the world always goes something like this.
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As I documented the walls of the home through my camera, I began questioning their construction and composition.
Only walking itself remained.
It was a prayer, searching for a path.
"I noticed that so many things felt very opposite, and I was interested in the experience of inhabiting this position, knowing how I felt when I was on the other side."
...my fascination with tulips becomes a social technology that archives our changing positions within ecological time. Tulips capture what standard clock time cannot document.
Years ago, I’d look through photobooks and think: great composition, beautiful work in the darkroom, wow what a scene. But then I focused on the gaze of the subject, really, the collaborator.