This is an impermanent, passing place.

It is inhospitable for long.

Solitary rituals expel sickness of spirit, while scar tissue solidifies.

It is old air, and rage is respite.

I am a momentary specter.

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This summer I had the privilege to take a Black and White film class for the first time since my undergraduate practice. I sought to delve back into basics and let the time analog requires to slow and reset my artistic process and quiet my mind.

I see these images as a fictional setting that allowed me to process a deep loss and ache. I fought the content behind these photographs, but my need spilled out anyway- my images remain the sanctuary I heal within.