not here with you

A lot of us are leaving, hoping to move on and forget

Whether we are or not, it still won't ever be the same.

Whether we leave won’t make any difference

We will walk through the door one last time.

We will wave goodbye, lightheartedly

Taking for granted the fact that we won’t see a lot of these people

Ever again, these places will casually fade at the edges of our memory

Silently, until we remember one or two things we had forgotten

We may have regrets

That is inevitable

And at least one will be

Why didn’t I love that piece as much as it loves me now

Why didn't they love me then?

Why do they look up at me, and cast a grin, now of all times…

But, for the time being, here will remain

Though we’ve left.

My research was concerning how one’s experience may be distilled into a (hopefully) meaningful work that helps others understand and builds societal understanding. I created this series as an exploration of a common truth, and to help others understand my experience with this truth, and reconcile and validate their own. — an example of what I researched.

I hope to express feelings of melancholy, hope, and sorrow in this series of photos. Being strangely unfamiliar, though we have spent so much time here, achieving this effect with photos and editing. Life is a constant coming and going to places that shape how we interact with others, in and out of said environment. Using a camera and photo - editing tools, I wanted to realise for myself, and maybe others, how the experiences of us and our environment are interconnected, but all the same, different.