Reflective of the sense of being drifting, and falling while constantly trying to figure out who you are.
The feeling is all too regular of being lost in life, and trying to escape the “real world”, and the repercussions that come with that coping mechanism.
With so much going on and the fear of lagging behind it can get frustrating to the point that to convey your emotions, unintelligible sounds are the only thing you can conjure.
Trying to separate the real from the dream, trying to slow down and smell the flowers only to be pulled back in.
The realization that life is a speeding car down the highway and the only end is ditching early or crashing into a wall.
All people can do is dwell on the past or fear the future, but never being content is an option. It's hard to know if this is right, or what is considered wrong.
These photographs don't tell a story, but document an artist going through an existential crisis.
There is no narrative but simply memories that exist only in my head, the constant bouncing back of nonstop sporadic noise, and dreadful, deafening silence.
It's just what makes up the human experience, it's just a cry for help in a world gone mad.