Over the weekend

I couldn't sleep so I decided to develop some photos despite the fact it was 4 or 5am. I was under the El, along Front Street by Berks station because there was a communal storage tub of developer there, next to the abandoned store fronts and overgrown lots. As I began to dip my photographs into the solution, I took notice of the withering prints in the tub that had been deserted by artists. They were all photographs of young women who must be grandmothers by now, either that or far gone from this place.

Just Recently-

The other month I discovered that Chris' bed sheets were light sensitive and recorded our movements and the shape of our bodies- like a giant photo-gram. The bed sheets became darker and darker as the morning light crept into his room and the space beneath us remained light from our bodies hiding it from the sun.

The other morning when I was opening a package of poptarts, I realized the poptarts were light sensitive as well. The pastries turned black instantly as I exposed them to light, leaving the spaces of white where I had pulled them out of the packaging.