Last year at this time I was reeling from cancelling my first solo photography exhibit. A gallery I used to volunteer with in Portland when I lived there totally changed my artistic statement without my consent, so I said fuck that.
The week I was there I ended up putting around to see if there was anything I actually missed about PDX. There was remarkably little, like this ‘63 Dynamic 88 at a repair shop, a few record stores, Bröder..
I look back to move on, I’m trying to ignore that my biggest supporter then is opening his own photo exhibit a year to the day that I did not. I remember that my desire to see the world is perhaps never gonna meet academic gallery space criteria and just keep at it.
Let the sterility of such spaces be for those that regurgitate the same vision, knowing damn well they’re ghosts where I take chances to capture life.
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