Tiny.

I sometimes live inside my head too much.
No, I usually live inside my head too much.
I consistently give sense to things that don’t make any. I imagine the ways everyday sceneries could be and how I could have captured them. In my head, any environment turns into a potential frame, then I feel bad for not immortalizing it. I usually find comfort in daily nothings. Like the way shadows and sounds interact on different textures. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism because I never knew how to properly express my feelings.

Neither how to properly put them into words. Best I can do is create visual moodboards of my hectic emotions.
I feel like a tiny robot with my tiny camera behind my tiny wall of ice.

I tried approaching this project as if it were a self observation exercise.
While ‘Ode to silence’ is a definition of my reality, ‘Tiny’ serves as a confession (to myself). An explanation for my own chaotic way of being.