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Today.

So, Today was long and I normally do not post only text here, but I feel like typing.

I had another photo meet up where I explained my encounter with Carroll and Sons, where I had a less than stellar talk. 

I basically hashed through what my artist statement was. Where I have brought it to, which was first long and drawn out, then revised cut up and reduced to nothing. 

I’ve found that I need to find a middle ground that leads the viewer into my work without dragging them there, or adversely I cannot just throw the images at them and expect them to understand my thinking.

I am so accustomed that people should understand my nature by default since my thinking is my thinking, to me everything is logical and works out, but translating that to others has never been easy. Hell Its still not easy. 

So I’m here right now, listening to music after writing another artist statement that hopefully draws you in. Is it too easy to name this series “Catharsis?”

I rarely recall my dreams anymore. When I was younger, I could recall each dream for days or even weeks. This inability has lead me to make images that recall the fragments of dreams from my childhood.
At night, the world around me temporarily stops. People go home, businesses, the world rests for the night. My surroundings become a clean slate. Once falling upon a scene, deja vu  captivates me. Conscious and subconscious meet. I step into the frame to connect the dots between these two states of mind.