Not Yet Home...
Trying to make sense of this chaos.
Trying to understand why I get so easily attached to homes that are not mine, but potentially could become mine, but in the end, for one reason or another, are not.
Trying to push through this gut feeling of impending doom; fear of living in a shitbox that I will despise because, when it came down to the wire, we had no real choice, had to take what was left behind.
Trying to beleive that my art will save me, and that while I'm capturing, documenting through my unique, intuitive way, photographically analyzing this world and life in transition, I will be able to push through, be at peace, and find my creative soul again...
Trying to make sense of this chaos.
Trying to understand why I get so easily attached to homes that are not mine, but potentially could become mine, but in the end, for one reason or another, are not.
Trying to push through this gut feeling of impending doom; fear of living in a shitbox that I will despise because, when it came down to the wire, we had no real choice, had to take what was left behind.
Trying to beleive that my art will save me, and that while I'm capturing, documenting through my unique, intuitive way, photographically analyzing this world and life in transition, I will be able to push through, be at peace, and find my creative soul again...
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