An interactive solo exhibition of analog snapshots and written snippets with blank notebook pages awaiting the musings of willing strangers.
35mm + 120 film
2014 | Cafe Paloma | Seattle, WA
dear familiar stranger,
i write everywhere. i write for myself, to remember, to forget, and lately to forgive. in the dark, in the cold, on a bar stool listening to my pen mute the insistent nonsense. i write across strangers’ faces, in notebooks for sale, on my left hand. yet now that it has come time to write to you, my hand hesitates. perhaps because i’m learning not to make assumptions. so i write you a letter, knowing not what to say but i look forward to knowing you.