The temperature for several months at Exit 270
forces me to confine my photographic pursuits to my surroundings. What is that phrase, “these walls not a prison
make” seems to be just the opposite. Sometimes
the familiar things in my space become invisible as I move within these walls. It is like looking into the mirror and really
seeing what is looking back at you. Therefore I began to question, do I really
see the space I live in?
So for this post, I walk around this space making
picture frames of the things that occupy my space and time. I am basically making a photographic journal
of this enclosed environment. It becomes
my perception of what is contained within these walls and my creative response
to that space. It is a challenge every
photographer should explore, as a means of defining that daily blur we seem to
find ourselves in.
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