The Power
Re-sharing as a new crop. Self-portrait.
Sometimes meaning emerges after completion. "The Power" by Naomi Alderman still pops into my head on a daily basis. Born into a female body (yep, I've seen a copy of my karyotype), I think a *lot* about gender, biology, and society. Alderman's novel illuminates in a far deeper, nuanced, and thought-provoking manner than a simple what-if-power-dynamics-shifted hypothetical sci-fi trope. Seeing this image now, it's a retrospective homage :).
Had to skip the novel's more disgusting bits, as those were not images I wanted to be regularly scrubbing from my brain. But the book's visceral grip keeps reeling my imagination back into that world with questions, more riddles regarding power's ability bolster the body while corrupting the psyche. And why it does for some and not others.
This was the first image from 2022; when I saw that hallway, it screamed to become a light-painted chiaroscuro-bedecked wormhole. Used a step ladder as a tripod because getting the compression for the recursive pattern required a telephoto lens, and running back and forth while leaving a pile of gear unattended was a task that the tripod just wasn't up for.
The Power
Re-sharing as a new crop. Self-portrait.
Sometimes meaning emerges after completion. "The Power" by Naomi Alderman still pops into my head on a daily basis. Born into a female body (yep, I've seen a copy of my karyotype), I think a *lot* about gender, biology, and society. Alderman's novel illuminates in a far deeper, nuanced, and thought-provoking manner than a simple what-if-power-dynamics-shifted hypothetical sci-fi trope. Seeing this image now, it's a retrospective homage :).
Had to skip the novel's more disgusting bits, as those were not images I wanted to be regularly scrubbing from my brain. But the book's visceral grip keeps reeling my imagination back into that world with questions, more riddles regarding power's ability bolster the body while corrupting the psyche. And why it does for some and not others.
This was the first image from 2022; when I saw that hallway, it screamed to become a light-painted chiaroscuro-bedecked wormhole. Used a step ladder as a tripod because getting the compression for the recursive pattern required a telephoto lens, and running back and forth while leaving a pile of gear unattended was a task that the tripod just wasn't up for.