Art is a means of experimentation. Experimentation is a means of thinking. Thinking is a means of art. Art is a means of photography... for me. I don't think that makes sense, but I'm sticking with that sentence.
This past weekend I visited my parents, which I realize I do more then other adults my age. It's a nice reason to get out of the city, to leave my troubles behind so to speak. ANYWAY, the sky in New Jersey is a lot different then the sky in Brooklyn. The clouds are heavier.... you can actually see it (which helps a lot) since there are fields. The country (term used lightly... it is Jersey after all) to me is a weird place. I mean, I grew up there, but it is so foreign. I don't feel like I belong there. The place I used to call home is now a holding place, I go there and look at the relic of my room, touch "my" things that weren't important enough to make my move to Brooklyn with me, know that they once held meaning to me, and look at them like how I look at photographs of my relatives before I was born. I know their faces but can't pinpoint something about them. ANYWAY, so, I was there this past weekend, and I did some photography. For a while I've been toiling with double exposures with the Polaroid 220. Below is my favorite one, and a few others that I loved from the weekend.
