I HAVE FOUND THAT WHEREVER I AM IN THE WORLD, I AM COMFORTED BY NIGHT’S HEAVY SKIN
night is home to me.
I HAVE FOUND THAT WHEREVER I AM IN THE WORLD, I AM COMFORTED BY NIGHT’S HEAVY SKIN.
the black and neon blur of tokyo.
the powdered stardust of patagonia.
the sweet and smokey zephyr of once-stolen land.
and the deadened darkness of my own bedroom.
SHE IS motherly AND COMFORTING AS SHE IS STRANGE AND shifty.
I hear HER shadows echo IN MY BONES. IN MY own LUNGS.
i feel her sway and pitch with the SILENT BEATING pulse of the of a million sleeping hearts.
when I close my eyes, she carries me home.
dawn breaks to cut me loose and suddenly i am adrift again.
The victim of a rapidly deteriorating memory, I find unspeakable joy in trapping digital memories like fireflies. What began as an obsession to document of my one wild and precious life has since spiralled into a wild and furious love affair. I found myself falling in love backwards, upside-down, every day and all over again, often losing myself in the rapturous beauty of my own memories.
Though I reflect on the things I’ve captured with warmth, I remain driven to see more. A citizen of a world as beautiful as she is mad, i am fueled by the wild current of people, places, faces and gazes that races through my mind’s eye. It feeds my desire to peel back the curtain and reveal the stories the planet is brimming with. I will continue to take photos and create films until there’s no more desire for images. Then I will take to silence instead and fill the jar with fireflies for myself.