Photographs often have more than dualities, they have multiplicity. They slip in and out of control, constantly appropriated for the message at hand, holding together the fabric of reality with the thinnest of threads, and then breaking the moment its phenomenon is interrupted by mediation. Control of the messages behind them lays in the hands of those who touched them last. As images disseminate into the public, the fantasy of our reality and their depictions fades, as the sun bleaches them out laying bare their construction. The machine driven at a pace no one but the elite can follow leaves all else chasing. Behind it is a wake more violent than any rock to a window. The machine is calculating and relentless, like a rising tide and the summer sun. The sun setting, reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues and purples. Images now become walls that divide, primed for projected frustration. The camera infinitely is self digestive. This project is made in dedication to my father and my step father, one dark one light, one straight and one not. All proceeds from the sale of the shirt and tattoo edition will be donated to https://blacktrans.org/about-us/ $50 (shirt and temporary tattoo) All images shot around The Pike in Long Beach 6-15-20