I lie awake in a midnight room, my eyes remain transfixed to the walls. I woke up tonight not to a sound, but to a sight: Branches gliding around the walls. A production presented by a slit in the curtain, a nearby maple, and a glowing street lamp. I watch the light float for some time. Another glow appears in my peripheral, this time coming from my phone on the floor. Within arm’s reach, I pick it up and get lost.
The world I enter is flooded with images, so much so, that it has stifled many. In a world where everyone has a camera in their pocket, the rate at which we process images gets faster and faster and approaches the extent of which our brains can handle. I am often posed questions such as, “What is the role of photographers in a photo-concentrated society?” Certainly, this inquisition is self-reflective and can easily lead to a paralyzed shutter.
Wall Leaves, 2020 by Calder Sell