This was not what I intended to make today.
Don’t be afraid to consider your viewer through empty cups and teabags.
“My ideas age like fingerprints on cold surfaces”
— Brainstorming in a café this morning. Joining random words from my notes together into sentences which almost make sense.
Bass guitar in the jungle. I imagine it would be noisy.
Scanning b/w negs while tricking my scanner to believing it’s scanning colour negatives.
Testing the limits of my newly acquired negative scanner
Celebrating my essay hand-in: allowing myself to take sickly unoriginal images in the frosty meadow behind my flat.