Going to college made me feel that I was unwittingly undercover.
On the outside, I looked and sounded the same as everybody else. On the inside, I was in a brand new country.
Culture shock built emotional topography inside me at a faster rate than I could navigate it. I experienced isolation, anxiety, depression. I discovered an abiding appreciation for large farm animals, the warm side of the color pallette, the art history professor who forgot my name but burst into tears describing the the inside of a Gothic cathedral.
I was very, very privileged to attend. It was wonderful and painful.
Geographically, my education took place in Minnesota, Pennsylvania, and Washington, D.C.
I’m working on a series. These are a few frames.