D E L I C A T E
Delicate.
This series is an ongoing photography project I started years ago as a sort of antithesis of my normal heavy work. It is an exploration of the sadness of nostalgia. I have always been drawn to warm quiet moments in my memories. When I am troubled with nightmares in the wee hours of the morning I try to coax myself back to sleep by remembering summers from long ago. For me, it is never the big holidays or important events that I cling onto. Rather, it is snapshots of happy stillness. Even insignificant long hours of mindlessly sitting in the grass or days peeling lemons picked from the neighbor’s tree can be peaceful to think back on and let linger. The idea for these photos is to isolate the singular feeling of having the sun beat down on your skin and to try to blot out the circumstances that surround pure moments. When I remember sitting in the grass I try attempt to ignore that I was getting bitten by mosquitoes, and I do not fondly recall how the juice from the lemons stung the papercuts on my fingertips. Here instead is a placid, if not falsified, depiction of the good we lust for in our pasts. Perfect days we never quite had. Little lies we whisper to ourselves on the fringes of sleep because we know we are perhaps too fragile to look at the truth of youth and still have a restful night.