Between pockets

When entering the room, I opened the blinds. They look different now. The days that passed submerged the detail, a unique engagement between myself, the print, and the spectator. All have iterations of the stories written through these light paintings. These shadows are now gone yet the exposure stays in the back of my mind, in all its forms. The suspended moments are fluid, allowing them to be organically alive as they develop and change with us. The pocket images are an extension of my form, working together to document. The gloss of the paper shows some detailing and shades others, offering different versions of itself as time passes. They are merely becoming a surface tension of nothing more than latent time.

2022

I stay

between moments.

Echoing,

yesterday

echoes in my form leaving evidence

in the aftermath of my movement.

My present

is my past as the two

fold into one another.

Does this cycle of time every stop, or does it continue

as an endless performance?

An elapsed notion that I try to exhume

As my presence feels ephemeral,

I suspend the moments

lining them up in the bank of my memories.

I've stopped writing the date on the backs of these recollections

letting each overlap with the next.

I push out to the edges of photography,

creating elliptical inscriptions of retained detail.

The interference of extended intervals pose gaps in this timeline.

As I withstand describing a photo

that is not there,

the exposure continues

in the pockets of my mind.