beyond the textural, chromatic properties you just can’t replicate digitally, there is something so magical about the ephemerality, surprise, and delayed gratification. with a limited number of frames per roll, you have to be discerning with your attention to choose what you’ll shoot. having to wait and discern how you’ll fill the roll means sometimes I forget what I’ve captured or it develops in a way I could never have predicted, like when the lighting is such that i unintentionally include a self-portrait in shadow. it reminds me of how weekly releases of tv shows have returned to shake me from a binging stupor and help me experience something collectively. i’m learning I don’t want or value convenience or instantaneous results or perfection in life; I want grain, light leaks, limits, truth.
