Archive 01

I Guess the Archive finally started. Standing on my pride and fully cemented into what I envision for not just my own future, but for the ones intrinsically involved as well. I couldn’t have picked myself off the floors of manufactured happiness, toxic environments and most of all- my own brain.

For the past year and a half I've completely lost sight of the integrity of the project itself. the key factor was to be authentic, using the codes and hidden messages in our world to find my own truth, I live to document essentially whatever catches my eye- that doesn't mean for a second that what I think the situation to be is- that’s the fascinating part about being a photographer, the intimacy of actions and feelings are frozen, unanimated flashes of our lives that we can’t get back. No matter how hard we try to convince ourselves that what we’re doing is in memory of something lost, in memory of something that we still care about is a disservice to me. Reminisce? Sure, but that thought won’t hit as hard as that image of your mom from a few years ago, it simply can’t, it doesn’t invoke the same emotion, the same anger you felt as what seemed like your life falling beneath your feet.

That’s what good photography does. the right composition, coupled with an obsession, turns you inside out like a pocket, looking for a folded dollar. Honestly, this is a lie ( welcome to real time blurbs of bottomless thoughts) any art should do this. I can’t say that all art is attractive looking, but what I can say is that all art is a strong piece of a persons character, goals and ambitions.