out of focus — it’s hard to see yourself through a lens
I destroyed the film and got these colors and shapes that float like bubbles along the frame
deliberate manipulation, organic deterioration
like I am underwater, grasping for air — at what point does suffering turn around and become a token of strength?
it is said that after trauma, a part of you dies
but what about all the other ways you live after death — in memories, in photographs, through written words and recordings
a shell of you that is left and picked up by people at the shore
what a lovely thing