fear in a handful of dust, 2014


In the legend of the Fisher King, an immortal man receives a mortal wound and his land deteriorates and disconnects from natural order &mdash things are in a stasis, where everything seems to happen at once, and he is not able to die.


This series of self portraits uses this concept of time as an explanation for my own personal progress. Some days I feel like a completely different person than the day before, while other days I feel like I’ve been stuck in the same spot for years. This limbo makes me question, do things matter if they don’t produce some sort of change?


These portraits are a visual representation of the progress vs. setback battle; they are photographs that I never would have been comfortable before recently, but they are altered using wax in order to distract from the form.


And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot


Digital prints altered with wax

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