A neighbour’s flower garden with the light trails of a Vegas casino. A hotel bed and the reflections of ice melting on our bedroom ceiling. Winter in Chicago and summer in LA. The pull of unrelated pictures across an empty space.

Don't they fit together in some undeniable way (don't we)? Or is it just arranged like that on the screen (in my mind)? Did I make it all up? And yet, how can I not see it? How can you not feel it?

Are the stories we tell ourselves more or less true than the moments as they were lived? Can we splice the memories in different ways until it all means something? Did I draw the right conclusions?

The same pattern recognition that lets us hallucinate letters and words and sentences from some squiggles on a page also pulls us to narrative fallacies and spurious correlations. The boundaries between intuition and delusion easily blur together. It’s a mess of perception, intention, truth, and interpretation.

what was on my mind

• a continuation of ideas from my photo essays of 2021 & 2022
• The idea that boundaries blur between souls and we live in those who love and know us, in a very real way.
  • Douglas Hofstadter's I Am A Strange Loop, written in the grief of his wife’s death. The book revisits the question — what is this I? What are selves and souls and what pushes minds around?
  • e. e. cumming’s [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
  • a consuming obsession
• the entropy of the implicit vs explicit
• mental illnesses and the experience of reality
• the boundaries we set for ourselves and others, our social protocols
• that two things can never occupy the same space at the same time. there is always space between us
• Wolfgang Tillman's To Look Without Fear

Lines was on display as part of the Artifacts group exhibition in the Gallery 44 Production Gallery, July 15 - September 4 2023