The most “zen” I’ve ever felt was when I was working in a darkroom, developing prints of my own black and white film photography. That was fulfilling for reasons I can barely explain. Seeing my negatives come to life again was like time-traveling or revisiting faded memories in HD. Single moments captured in time - not special moments, not really, just short breaks from mundanity to admire a cicada shell or the creases in a friend’s lips.

It was an opportunity to think about ephemerality and my experience of the present, all while creating and acting out a chemical ritual… a way to satisfy artistic, spiritual, and scientific impulses all at one time.