Home as a creative place with Roma.
Sitting in the overgrowth of fennel, of Pioneer Day heat I agreed when she said, “I needed this.”
For all the digital pollution, content fatigue and ease of the smart phone dopamine seeking strobe-scroll affect of our time: photography is still special and rare.
To create images on film, let alone the black and white expired film used last summer, points to the ineffable, the transient, the chance. Film has boundaries. No, you don’t know what’s going to happen here. No, there’s not enough light for that. Yes, you have 16 frames on a roll. Yes, you’ll have a week to wait, anticipate, forget, and worry while the lab develops and scans your roll.
For all our trying and scheming and light metering chance gets in, creativity thrives in the parameters of its limitation, and how it all works (and doesn’t) is a mystery we don’t have language for. The images I can’t wait to see aren’t what they were in my head for, the pictures we thought
Film notes:
Just 2 film stocks here: Kodak Gold 200 and Expired Delta 3200 shot on the Pentax 645n through a 75 mm lens.
Film developed and scanned by The Find Lab