The beginning
of the end
A period of 3 months before I moved away from my hometown.
Capturing memories of old friends for the future.
“ROSEbud”
A STUDY IN TIME, LOVE AND POLAROIDS.
A homeless man gave me a rose. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I kept and cared for it for a week. I left it in my apartment for another week.
I came back to it half-dead and wilted. It became a metaphor for my views of Beauty and Relationships, both romantic and platonic.
wind chill
I returned to my home in the winter, and I found myself growing old. I filmed a movie, and rekindled flames of friendship.
Doodles
Anything and everything is there, sometimes you just gotta fill in the blanks.