Just Passing Through visually chronicles my time spent in Toronto, Canada.
The phrase Just Passing Through became a mantra of sorts in times of intensity - a way of reminding myself (ineffectively) of the ephemeral nature of travel. I gravitated towards the prickles of cactuses and the succulent feelings of lust. I mourned rotting black berries and sat lonely waiting for you to finish work. For you all to finish work. Is this my work?
God, is it lonely.
God, you look beautiful tonight.
This series is a tug of war between connecting and moving on.
120mm film, 2016.