...and used the money to take a road trip to a childhood home I hadn't seen since I was 7. It's located in the Gulf Coast area, including Houston, the Woodlands, and a small island called Galveston. The concept was an ambitious undertaking, focusing on how our memories are often poetically incomplete. Yet these straight photographs don't seem to convey that...yet. After reviewing them over and over I felt at a loss for the next step. Aidan told me to not give up because "You took these photos for a reason." Research seems to always be my greatest source of inspiration, so before handling the images again I plan on reading up on some critical theory about memories and their purpose and meaning. Hopefully the ideas I pick up from reading will allow me to select a process to treat these photos with that will convey my original intent. Also, they are really tiny scans :)
