In reality, I think this behavior was reflective of my hollow artistic endeavors, constantly clinging myself others' identities, desperately trying to create profound and meaningful photos by throwing shit at the walls. But there was simply nothing there. Just a depressed person shooting walls.
I love it a lot!!! Looking at the whole collection at once feels like wandering somewhere aimlessly in a really good way
I love this collection! Thanks for sharing... but I understand the sentiment too. I used to live in this aesthetic because it reflected exactly how I was feeling during that time; empty. I used to avoid it because I hated the feeling it caused, but now I look at it and sigh in acknowledgement of what it meant for me then. I hope you can find a way to reach a similar conclusion too.
I really like this collection. The photos themselves are beautiful and striking, but even more so, looking at them through the lens of them not having a subject/missing something serves to recontextualize them in a really eerie way that stokes the mind.
HELL YEAH!!!!