These images were taken in 2005 when I returned home from college for Christmas break. My bedroom was completely vacant. My mom moved all my stuff into storage and changed the colors of my walls from bright green to shit taupe. Some items remained. My first dress was hanging on the hook of the door. The bear my father bought for me when I was born was imprisoned in a laundry basket on the floor. It was the first time I felt nausea and nostalgia simotaneously. I shot the images laying on the floor, placing the abandoned pieces at an above level to heighten there meaning, and contrast there lamented desolation.
I'm posting these because I just got back from that "home" and learned that even after 3 years, the feeling I felt when I first entered my changed room remains the same.
4 comments:
These photos are haunted.
wow, intensely profound.
i know this feeling, and i think it should be easy for all of us to relate. sometimes it feels to me like time is pushing me forward faster than i'm ready for.
the dress one is particularly effective i think. nice shapes and lines.
thanks for sharing.
stabwell, i always feel that way, that life's a lot for me, that i'm begging for things to slow down, and yet whenever i look back, or look at the present, i still somehow kick myself for not doing most shit sooner. i always FEEL better going my pace, but when i do it right i just wish i did it all years prior.
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