This intangible space is unbearable

You disappeared and now your void disturbs. Everything smells of ozone and regret. What remains grows more corrupted each day.

Between Us was created from photography during the pandemic. Walking lonely suburban streets, I got interested in the even lonelier interior spaces between houses, which reminded me of the odd gulf of longing when a loved one, for whatever reason, is no longer around. I mean it was the middle of a pandemic. Back home, I jammed the photos together in photoshop, and edited together houses that didn’t exist anymore.

It’s not possible to remember things 100% clear. What remains may not be real- my memories aren’t really how things existed- but I can carefully curate them, stitching them together not for the sake of accuracy, because it can never be that- but any kind of beauty and meaning I wring out of it.