Remnants

I began this post in May, and I don’t remember what I was thinking.

Remnants of my memory.

In going through my photos during the month, maybe I was thinking about the aftermath of my solo show… a period of extreme detachment, where I have been unable to make any work, and instead, have been visiting places of inspiration and old haunts in my mind.

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