being caught perpetually on the edge of progress and inertia, with the undertow of irresolute motivation coursing just below the surface, i am left feeling like a revving car burning rubber without ever moving forward. this internal frustration expels itself as anxiety. with that, i aim the lens toward anything that feels like an opportunity to disrupt the cycle of monotony between daily commutes and a sense of being lost down the same treaded paths.
ferociously stalled extracts momentary deviances from the redundancy of routine. with a toy camera around my neck at all times, i was allowed the levity of capturing these sporadic glimpses of grace as they intermingle with the mundane. a greater focus could be given to the parts that inspire interest rather than fixating on the ennui of the situation, photographing more like a reflex than a conscious decision. by doing so, i reposition and romanticize my own perception of a past i’d spent avoiding rather than accepting.
hardcover, hand-bound book
48 pages, 36 images
edition of 5