Recently, I was running in Tuscaloosa, AL when I found a series of Polaroid pictures scattered along the side of the road. I collected all that I could find and carried them for the rest of my run.
For the few weeks following that run, I have been thinking a lot about Polaroids and what makes them so special.
I think it's the combination of their recognizable color distortions and scale. They exist physically and in close relation to the scale of one's own palm.
The thinnish bar along the bottom either holds a snippet of handwriting or nothing at all. Neither case is neutral.
Moment or void.
At the same time, I've been thinking a lot about the work of an artist who goes online by the name of Ellen the Lemon.
My fascination with capturing the organic, the out-of-my-hands, and edging it in black always seems to pop back up.
In this series, I am investigating these thoughts side by side and taking it as a chance to work on a drastically more modest scale than I have been enjoying lately.
Watercolor and ink works on paper, ranging from 4.5" x 6" to 6" x 9"