NO ONE SEES ME THE WAY I SEE YOU
Four days after our breakup, I get a text from you: no one sees me the way you do [heart emoji] followed by an image I had taken of you a week prior– a press photo for your debut album release. You look handsome in your green silk tie and white button-up with the roughly cut off sleeves. Your hair is almost sculptural in its messiness, your arm tattoos like jotted sketches in the half-focus of the point and shoot image. But your expression is somber, heavy, your dark eyes holding the weight of months of dissonance between us.
In the nearly five years of our togetherness, I took so many photos of you.
Many were like this, tender, caressing, communicating an unfettered entanglement between us- something that says, seeing you is seeing me.
Walden Pond, July 2018.
Others were also in support of your creative work, your dogmatic dedication to being a musician. I built an archive documenting your process: behind the scenes photographs on the sets of your music videos, portraits you used for articles about your work, concert photos of your performances. There are thousands of photos I made of you, for you.
What would it mean to reclaim this archive for myself? To
Governor Street, August 2020. The End of The World, March 2019. Montreal, June 2018.Red Room, July 2018. Knocked Out, July 2021.The Last Photo, August 2022.I Believe in You, April 2024.