My Blue Wave (1 of 15)
Ghostly urban candids, a dirty windshield, and two lean coyotes in the desert.
Ten days in Los Angeles.
Endless highways and stormy skies, desert flora in dreamy light, shadows I can't shake off.
One year older in Joshua Tree.
Dying light, a fucked up camera, and phantoms adrift in the rain.
The city looks like shit, but tonight it feels like a dream.
Ready for lightning, I settle for sky. Three or four hills and a cloud, even in my room. Nothing is ever in the way.
An introduction to my work from 2015.