"Will you just sit with me?" Completely sober for about a month, I began to get used to just sitting with the love of my life without the need to fill the silence. Without the need to explain. Tears came easily but so did smiles. And so much love.
Image: Three old chairs discarded in the street. The graffiti reads "Cops Out" in Greek.
All the images in this collection are square cropped with a different grunge frame that adds to the tight restrictions I imposed on the series. This reflects the moods I experienced making the series.
Three Roads is a journey into my mind as it was unraveling and on the road to recovery. Each one comes with a small part of my story. 30 1/1 editions.
Before Covid and lockdowns, I had a mental health crisis that caused a self-imposed isolation. Anxiety and depression meant that I didn't feel able to be far from my home. I had to force myself to walk around the block with my camera and take pictures. I restricted myself to shooting within a three road radius of my home.
At first, I was just taking pictures of anything but I started noticing details on the streets that struck me as odd or even made me smile. By focusing on these small "insignificant" things, I was able to figure out what was going on in my head. I was unconsciously photographing locks, gates, bars, chains, fences and discarded things. This is how I felt inside.
These photographs set me free.
#10 Chairs
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"Will you just sit with me?" Completely sober for about a month, I began to get used to just sitting with the love of my life without the need to fill the silence. Without the need to explain. Tears came easily but so did smiles. And so much love.
Image: Three old chairs discarded in the street. The graffiti reads "Cops Out" in Greek.
All the images in this collection are square cropped with a different grunge frame that adds to the tight restrictions I imposed on the series. This reflects the moods I experienced making the series.
Three Roads is a journey into my mind as it was unraveling and on the road to recovery. Each one comes with a small part of my story. 30 1/1 editions.
Before Covid and lockdowns, I had a mental health crisis that caused a self-imposed isolation. Anxiety and depression meant that I didn't feel able to be far from my home. I had to force myself to walk around the block with my camera and take pictures. I restricted myself to shooting within a three road radius of my home.
At first, I was just taking pictures of anything but I started noticing details on the streets that struck me as odd or even made me smile. By focusing on these small "insignificant" things, I was able to figure out what was going on in my head. I was unconsciously photographing locks, gates, bars, chains, fences and discarded things. This is how I felt inside.
These photographs set me free.