Dark, Darker, Darkest

  It was an annoying week, full of annoying people, on an annoyingly flawed transit system. My mood went from dark to darkest in the matter of two days. When this happens there is a slight shift in my photography, with certain tell tale signs. The first is, my photographs get darker, grittier. Second I get closer.

  Several things can send me down this path, such as people upsetting my routine, family expecting me to live a normal life, or even too many sunny days in a row. Photography has always been an outlet, a way to help me work through this, but something has changed over the last year. It's taking me longer to return from the world that I created. Frankly, I don't want to return. I see my dark strange world overlap the normal work like a shear curtain. It's all my dreams, it's in my art, my poetry, and even the music I listen too. It surrounds and comforts me, while it scares the hell out of everyone else.