So, I thought I should write about these weeks. Even if no one notices or says anything.
Unfortunately, throughout the entirety of this time, I went through a rut. Nothing devastating occurred and there’s no deeper emotional process buried that needed excavating. I simply lost touch with my camera. I had no inclination to pick it up. My creative self withered and I never addressed it. I let it fester and remain.
I continued to take photographs through my phone, which was well, sufficient. Not stunning, unedited, they simply are.
That’s really all I have to share about this set. And I think now that I’m finally coming into my own once more, I’ll be pushing my creative self forward again. The following weeks to come will be my pushing phase.