FIT TWENTY TWO

Cole, inside the beginning of his tiny house. January 2022.

It could be an old friend coming back. I mean shooting film. I don’t think it’s just nostalgia. I think it’s some kinda magical.

I’ve come around to all kinds of thoughts about how I make images since I was in school. My values on shooting on film haven’t really changed to be honest. I’d still rather shoot film almost any day, but my financial situation meant I couldn’t really afford to shoot it.

It’s weird. I think I’ve realized the last few years that I really love looking to make photographs. Or images. Light excites me more than it maybe ever has. It’s maybe been a by product of working on set if film, being exposed to a different system of image making than I was so used to. I find myself just thinking about shooting photographs all the time again. About building projects, about trying to explore meaningful art practise again.

I feel very strange to be starting 2022 with this pumped up attitude. Everyone around seems to be pulling the same line about 2020 just repeating itself again, uhhh…again? But I genuinely can’t wait for certain things to happen. Small stuff like picking up a roll of film, making prints making plans for infrared film. To big things like building a van, getting a dog and saving for a house.

I don’t know. Maybe theres this privilege of blind optimism moving forward, but Angela and I share a saying between us all the time: Always forward, never straight. And it feels great moving forward.