sometimes, it’s the repetition that pays off: the coming back to it, coming back to it, coming back to it again, until something finally begins to take shape and form. i have been lost in negative spaces these past several weeks, ranging somewhere between the singular joy that is bound to security and that certain pensiveness that is walking into the unknown alone.
i was lost in negative spaces when i took this photo in a small grove of trees near a graveyard outside of Madison, Wisconsin nearly ten years ago, too. in working on it today, i used the negative spaces in the photograph as a catalyst to stepping outside of the negative spaces within my head right now. the mantra it’s been too long, it’s been too long, it’s been too long bent a knee to better ideals today, and so i spun the negative spaces along the golden ratio.