I grew up in Lower East Side Manhattan. I could tell you about my growing up here but it wasn't as impressive than the time I spent in New Mexico. My family is from Bosque Farms, a town that was little more than dirt and rocks before my great grandparents helped build it. I found New Mexico so foreign. All I knew growing up was yellow cabs and sidewalk vomit, so to be transplanted to a land of roadrunners, Indian Reservations, adobe brick, and an endless horizon. I was struck. I'm of the first generation of my family to grow up outside New Mexico, and in New York City nonetheless. Yet as much as I love crackheads and the MTA, I kind of long for the rural Tom Sawyer lifestyle I could have grown up in. Since my youth I've lost a parent, seen some friends go, seen some return. I've flown a plane, watched some movies, looked at some paintings, and overall felt some things about life.
I like surreality, I like motion and color. I'm interested in using photography and digital art as a tool to blend digitization and the technological age with rurality and nature. How the world exists truly untouched by modernization and plastics, while also appreciative and immersed by city life. To show almost how artificial humans are. Interwoven with pixels and plastics, angst and urgency. I hope to use film and photography as a tool to freeze motion, to emphasize how bizarre people are. In a city of eight million where no one is supposedly watching I want to show how weird and visceral it is when you do watch.
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