“I’ve been trying to write this post for what feels like an hour now, and I genuinely don’t know how to present this, mostly because this is a body of work that represents me more than anything I’ve ever made. I typed a whole thing about confronting the high standards I have for myself/my work, and my anxieties, and fear, and yadda yadda. But whatever.
This series is a six month photo diary of a very dark, confusing time in my life.
I’ve been hesitant to publish it because it’s so personal. This series is the open book of me, with literal scanned pages from my journal. At the time I was stuck in a monotonous, corporate lifestyle, starting to lose touch with myself.
These photos, taken at random moments between one banal second to the next, represent me being myself. Instances of me momentarily putting aside my anxieties, and just straight up doing what I love.
I told myself that I would make a book, and not share a single image until the book was designed, published, and 100 copies were physical in my hands. I had such high expectations of myself that I lost touch with what the series is really about: acknowledging and accepting that we’re human beings with emotions, and that sometimes life is beyond our control.
So here I am, and here is my series, the six months I knew I wanted to be an artist.
(And there will still be a book, just not right now.)”