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it doesnt look like this at all in person
the dither goes silly on this one (first image dithered gif second image jpg)
dead end of mall. behind a fairly busy intersection. we sat on those little tables staring forward at the plastic wall for about an hour. many passersby were confused, concerned, scared, or just plain amused. we didn't really mean to commit to the idea for so long it just sorta happened.
surprisingly few of these left unedited in the backlog. i take this exact shot so often. i'll prbobably figure out a place online to put them all next to each other someday
the final product is nothing what the preview window looked like. experimenting with masked sections of posterization and sections of dither
and that finishes what we started back in october. there's various other photoshoots i've been avoiding touching but I think I'm ready to get em done now.
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@999999999 hi, sorry for the long delay, i'm in a strange place with photography currently but it'll come back (as always, its fatal)
please write in ways that make you comfortable. no need to lock yourself
i don't have words to react to what you wrote, without repeating myself at least. so, i'll recommend you a book i thought you might like
the first Surrealist Manifesto
(André Breton, 1924)
you might have already read it, but if not, i feel like it would be a read you'd echo with. i'd be curious to know how you feel about it too
@(: ❤️ thanks. hope you've been doing alright too.
more and more shit keeps going strange and wrong and it's starting to feel like rather than bouncing back, maybe i'll be pounded into the other side of it all. we're barely into this year and it's been so weird already.
bad things happening to me/those around me is more exciting than the rot i think.
a sine wave between nervous energy and body-melting lethargy.
i'm simultaneously more inspired and more paralyzed than ever.
i'm going through it while asking "what's coming up next?".
i want to erode the barrier between thought and action.
i'm typing this unhinged message to you sleep deprived and coming down from disaster energy instead of: reading your messages, then closing the webpage and telling myself i'll respond when i wake back up, waking back up, forgetting to respond all day, opening this page, then spending a few minutes typing out a very carefully crafted 2 or 3 sentence reply.
fuck it. now is the time to be stranger than the world is to me.
i photograph the street view a lot too, let's pretend its genius for our own sake eh? i hope you'll be fine. if this means anything to you, i think you're doing very interesting things with your photography lately, however i hope its not eating you