Photographs for unstable truths, dreams, and bullshit
“My father once told me that respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. 'Something cannot emerge from nothing,' he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable 'the truth' can be.” -- Frank Herbert, Dune
I've let this post languish unpublished for over a month. I came away from an October-November trip to the US East Coast with an odd hodgepodge of photos that seemed hard to classify. The trip was really never about photography, but if I go to New York or Boston, it's something I really can't avoid. Street photography in Alaska isn't impossible, but there's nothing like wandering big city sidewalks. The trip was really about family. Seeing my grandma who I may not see again because of cancer. Seeing other family members who are thousands of miles from Alaska. So maybe this changed my frame of mind. I dunno. The US election was everywhere. (I got back to Alaska the day before the general election). One thing is certain. Change was in the air, and I felt like I needed to respond.
I think the photos that sort of survived my cut from this trip loosely reflected a larger investigation of truth. I've come to realize that the concept of truth has intertwined itself into my photography over the last year or so. Perhaps it's always played a major role. That's interesting to me as photography has always has been sort of a lie--an abstraction from reality--so using it as a vehicle to explore truth is alluring to me, but it's also a huge challenge. I am not so sure I succeeded here, but this is something I want to continue to explore in the future.