In the old days...I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, just stay there for three or four day. Then I'd put on my clothes and I'd walk outside, and the sunlight was so brilliant, and the sounds were great. I felt powerful, like a recharged battery. But you know the first bring-down? The first human face I saw on the sidewalk, I lost half of my charge right there.
(Left: Marylin Monroe pilfered from internet, by Ed Feingursh. Right: personal image, iPhone)
This is an ongoing (ethically ambiguous) project incorporating, pilfered, historical black and white photographs, text, and banal (palette specific) captures taken with my iPhone. The words are a tether for the images; separated by method, time and hand.
The final result is meant to be a suggestive story telling of juxtapositions informing my position as a woman who creates art and as an inquiry to my position as a woman simply existing in the world.
*I claim no rights to the images or text that are not mine