My favorite place to be when I was young was
my grandparent’s farm. I could keep myself occupied for hours looking
at dingy machinery and wandering around the old buildings. When I was
in college I would take off into Chicago and a walk around for hours finding
the most peculiar old buildings or ballparks in the middle of an industrial
zone or getting lost among all the buildings, sculptures and crowds in
the courtyards. Memories have a way of falling upon me. The feel of a
place as it felt years ago can come back in an instant.
These images are about recalling those places in a type of New Realism.
The images were taken with a plastic camera. They have light bleeds, minimal
sharpness and odd color casts. These things are not a faux-description
through meticulous photography, but rather I aided the obvious mistakes
as they were taken. With the imperfections presented, the outcome is much
more realistic and a mirror to the objects and remembrances as I recall
them. My eyes are imperfect and the details are obscured by the lack of
light.
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