“If once we were able to view the Borges fable in which the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it ends up covering the territory exactly [...] this fable has now come full circle for us, and possesses nothing but the discrete charm of second-order simulacrum [...] It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges persist here and there in the deserts that are no longer those of the Empire, but ours. The desert of the real itself.”
desert of the real i, 2022, digital photography
I had been seeking more remote spaces. I wanted to venture deep into the "real desert," and right at that moment in time, my partner, Jared came into my life. We started escaping every moment we could into the heat. Driving for miles and then walking for even more miles through sand and sweat. No words will ever fully describe the experiences and honestly, nor will the images, but maybe together they can begin to reveal the divine experience it is to witness nature in her wild, brutal, beautiful form - and the way I feel I hold that within my own bones and body.
