My cyanotypes confront my busy mind. Often times as I dance through the motions of my daily routine I can find myself racing from one place to another. If I’m too caught up in abiding by my strict schedule, I can miss the opportunity to enjoy the fleeting moments where I fall off. I benefit from slowing down and lingering in my betweens. In creating these pieces, I selfishly surrender to my intuition. I’m giving myself my undivided attention, without feeling guilty for it.
Through line and layers of light, I pace in and out of reality. Sometimes I am confused; so confused that I am almost distraught. In attempting to justify my confusion, I begin to create scenarios in my head. I do this to escape unfamiliarity, and make sense of my surroundings. My mental turbulence can be overwhelming and distracting. I rethink and overthink, until I am found tangled up in my intertwining emotions.
