The passage of time is a crazy thing. I made these prints as part of a project years ago on the fading of intimate memory. They’re partially unfixed on darkroom paper and so continue to fade. I keep them in my room. To look at and consider. I just looked at the original images for the first time in a long time (second slide of each is original) and was kinda stunned by how much has changed. I love you and I love you and I love you and I love you. The clocks will keep us safe. Do not be afraid of time. Do not be afraid.
This year I found myself stripped naked in the city dirt more than any prior year. Which’s nice. I reject cleanliness. Here’s a few recent prints photos scraps gifts. ANIMALS BREATHING🫠give it all up to god
HEY save the date Jan 18th. Edie is visiting from the Midwest and we’re doin a little salon. If you don’t already know where I live, ask me!!! Trust me this is a great lineup of geniuses it will be cute. I’ll make some food. We can write each other tiny love notes and hang out in my living room over some poetry and new friends.
