I’m between cameras. The old one died. I need to get a new one.
I’m taking grainy snapshots on my cellphone.
It’s a different aesthetic. Like a pinhole camera. It’s random. Quick. And dirty.
I’m taking less pictures. I needed a break. Every meal had been punctuated by framing and posing and Don’t. Start. Eating. Til. I’ve. Taken. A. Picture.
Sometimes I take photos all the time. The smallest most inconsequential things. And the way the city is a palimpsest, layered with words posters graffitti.
One day, I was waiting for a bus that was late: stressed, hyperventilating. I pulled out my Iphone and took pictures until I could breathe again.
Sometimes, making art saves me. I had forgotten this.
Sometimes it’s about seeing the sky differently through a tiny warped lens. Sometimes, it’s about seeing the sky.
Sometimes, I take no photos at all. I try to remember.
I taste it
Or I write it down instead.