Studio Log

process work, writing, inspiration, and studio documentation. 

Sisters, Etc.


When I first made these images I remember thinking how funny it was that these two poles were twins, sisters, that would never touch.

Kind of like Carly and me. Each of us one iron rod on the beach.

And it feels like I’ve been circling our friendship for these past three years. Watching as we overlap, then pull apart, then overlap again. Like I’ve been waiting for the moment when we would actually touch, when the sand between us would dissolve, and we would move towards each other: not a visual illusion, but reality.

I could circle us forever and that sand would never dissolve, and we’ll never really touch again, our lives will never overlap. There isn’t any intimacy left here.