The thickened dye slides aroung the edges of my fingers, pooling and stretching its mild acid scent into the fabric. The white surface is blotted out, replaced by a new face, a new purpose. My mind lingers on the feel of the screen in my left hand and the twist of my right hand as I pull the dye along the mesh. It is a meditation I crave, that I long to hold onto.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell. (You can view Year One of the project here and the gallery for this year here.)