a new short film done by jackie papanier and i
static like we’re together, but static like we’re stuck.
things i told the internet, but didn’t tell my mom
35mm film scans
some pictures about my backwards concept of privacy.
i. it’s getting bad again
ii. this week i am struggling with self doubt and the transition from iced coffee to hot coffee
iii. i want to puke and sleep for six days
iv. i still can’t sit on your couch without shaking
v. i need other people to validate that i am important because i can’t do it for myself
vi. no one else has ever told me that i am desirable with the lights on
"love me when i get there"
a series about the anxiety that comes with being in a long distance relationship
35mm black and white prints, sepia and selenium toned
negatives treated with bleach
35mm color prints
a few weeks ago a man jumped off the bellevue hotel and a few days after that a man jumped off the under construction apartments on broad and south, i am not sure about the man in the hotel but i know that the man on south was about to go to prison for molesting a child. it’s weird to think about how none of that matters, it’s weird that you can jump from the most expensive hotel in the city or a construction site for any number of reasons and the result is always the same. i couldn’t stop thinking about it and it makes me angry that we like to romanticize and glamorize something that ends with people dying
each print shows a different method and is displayed with a “note” and a polaroid of my bedroom as a representation of things left over and unresolved in an old pack of cigarettes