Like a plant reaching towards the window for sunlight, I usually emerge as my most productive when it’s bright and warm outside. I’m typing new projects up and collecting more photos for what I hope will be an ongoing series to keep me busy throughout the fall.
It’s a cold Sunday morning, and I’m sitting on the floor in front of my record player. There is a persistent tightness in my throat nagging at me alongside a wavering in my body like my limbs are trying to not become lost at sea. The guitar strums on this record remind me of heat…
My sun and my moon are ruled by nostalgia and a chase. I am someone who is always running after a feeling and an energy, trying to capture and recreate something I have a hard time describing in words.