This was a project from my ART 2450 course in college, back in April 2021; of the projects I undertook, this is the one that stuck with me the most. I think about it three years later and tell myself, all the time, that I'll get to doing the sequel series sometime. Maybe I will. Still, the point at the heart of it was something I was keenly aware of back then and had been aware of for most of my life: this tendency toward executive dysfunction that I didn't have the words to explain and didn't think very becoming for a young women of my age.
Documenting pieces of myself and the room I'd come to call my own for so long had given me a little bit of pride and comfort in the way that I was. Surely everyone, I told myself, was just as bad at taking care of themselves. Surely everyone was bad at the trash. (I mean, my parents had been.) Why, then, was I being so pretentious? Why was I so afraid? The way I captured these photographs-- lit primarily by my favorite set of Halloween string lights-- pointed to letting go of that latter fear, if but for a moment; but the former stayed much longer, hence the lack of titles.
The statement below is from my original presentation of this project in-class; with my preamble out of the way, here are the photos.
"It's no secret that my room is a mess. Between packing, writing, and finals, there are a lot of excuses for the layer of clothes, hangers, and trash on the floor. There's a reason I don't open my door when the maintenance guys come to fix the lights in my bathroom. With this project, I ended up trying to highlight some of the mess in the place where I live-- on the floor, in the sink, in the shower, in the bathroom, and everywhere else-- while using the orange lights that are always on in my room as a light source. I tried to put an emphasis on details and angles. Between the focus on details and the red-ish lighting, there was plenty for me to work with and plenty for me to document."
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