Is she still someone I know ?
As a photographer, I have crossed the globe countless times.

High-speed travel doesn’t allow the information moving past to properly be recorded mentally. Intuitively I need to record it, as I cannot follow the shifts emotionally.

My visual notes from these journeys contemplate the effects of this kind of travel on both myself and my surroundings.

As I travel great distances my existence feels fleeting. There is no time to process. The imprint of my head on the pillow is proof I had laid there, that I do exist. Seeing my face in the mirror often felt distant. Is she still someone I know?