Speechless and thinking in only images. Colored light and sugared forms. Broken gloves. Purple fingers. Childproof caps on fresh fixer bottles. More cold forest ventures and immortalizing the imaginary. Meeting and moving. Losing voices, weight and hearts. Concealing and revealing skin for chilled film through glass lenses and plastic bodies. Movies and inspiration swap meets. Back ordered film and new tests. New ways to disintegrate familiar and unknown faces.
New webspaces. And less words to keep the ones you already had.

I think about you every moment I can distill. Even though months.. years shift them. Each and every one of y o u .