photography. ...is a medium. an inbetween, a vessel or vehicle that carries or represents. ultimately it is a tool. a static middleman of sorts. a costume.
i have found that even before i can remember well (the benefit of mom and relative providing hearsay accounts) i have emphasized the need to expel mental-exhaust moreso than the relative contemporaries ever my presence found. all humans exhaust their mental byproducts, expel expression, find a need to articulate the world-surround; a cause of essential and inherent function. but i have come to realize and accept that there are those humans who are overwhelmed by insatiable experience. textures fierce and overconstantly tied-in to the dynamic balance between instinct and intellect. for this, everything is tool. everything becomes art and element of thought. seams are lost.
of the many tools i have come to use, the camera, and it’s latent insinuations of time and abstract, provides a consistent portal where continuum enjoys tangible form.
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