My first experience with medium format film coincidentally paralleled the beginning of a long depressive episode. My one tie to normalcy, amidst anhedonia, was photo-making. The slow, meticulous, black and white process allowed me a different approach to my work than usual. I embraced the solitude of photography, often shooting alone, using my projected and reflected self as my subject. My depression and insomnia worked in a compounding cycle to skew my perceptions, and I felt a sense of detachment between my mental and physical self. A result of delirious rumination, these photos are evidence of a perceived reality, an emptiness, that I lived in for many months.
