Blue feels like cold lips pressed against your skin on a winter’s day. Blue is fog on the windshield even after you’ve turned on the air. It’s the color of drowning, of clarity, of desperation, of life. Blue is spiritual, like water. Blue is a fountain of begetting. Blue is change.

A project has been born. It’s a documentation of our yearly pilgrimage into the wild, a longing for a life long past; my desire to return, in a more intentional and healed way, to the ferality and simplicity that marked my childhood.

April-June is when we get consistent, specifically lit, puffy clouds. I would hardly call this a project, it’s more like an observation. A form specific seasonal light study.

The quality of your output is reflected in what you consume. Fast often and eat only what you want to shit.