Under the windings of the sea
I have never felt a huge desire to photograph youth, perhaps as an unconscious desire to go against the cult of it. I am more interested in the layers of adulthood, and the weight that it carries. I stepped out of my interest zone and photographed a young woman who I hadn't met prior. We had no shared history to assuage the awkwardness that comes with photographing strangers. This made for an endearing gawkiness that arose during the in-between shots. Her skin felt nautical and glistening in a blueish abyss, half-bloodied fingers and cold hands held fascination, as though she already had a lifetime of stories to share. I feel equally thrilled and terrified that she has a lifetime of adulthood to let her play and be.