These are images of my breath. They are lumen prints; I exhale onto photosensitive paper to make them. Each is a synecdoche for my having lived and breathed on a given day.
I cannot wholly predict or control these images. They are made outside in open air, and variables such as temperature, quality of light, wind, and differences in how I breathe affect each.
Breathing demonstrates that our edges are diffuse and shifting. I use photographic processes to dwell on this: we cannot draw a sharp line between ourselves and the rest of the world.
I am taken by photography’s ability to winnow the world down toward the heart of a given process or idea, in this case, the fact that I am alive.
