Initially titled When I am there, I want to be here and when I am here, I want to be there, this piece is part one of a diptych that examines my life’s biggest dilemma: who the fuck am I?
Are we defined by a place? Do I need to be in Los Angeles to make good art? Is it going to be one of those situations like The Craft where the girls lose their powers? Am I really done here, or do I just miss home after years of avoiding it?
If I had the answers to these questions, I probably wouldn’t have made this body of work. But honestly, I don’t know if they are necessarily supposed to be answered. What I do know is they keep me up at night and keep me searching fearlessly.
This part of the diptych was shot in Maryland and is color graded to feel like a 1940s postcard. Intentionally grainy and washed out, it represents the ‘east coast’ idealized version of the American dream. It’s a 6-frame parallax photograph.
Motivated by a recent meditation brainworm, the title begs the age old question, Who Am I? It was brought about through a series of questions that led me here. When you strip away where you live, what you look like, how much money you have, what kind of car you drive, who your friends are, how many followers you have, what your job is… who are you? What do you stand for? What is important to you?
