The pandemic stole something from everybody, for me it was a desire to photograph. Everything was congested, unmoving, and worst of all, dull. To reignite my old romance I photographed congestive inert, and if you can believe it, dull. It was afterward that I would dive into this new and skewed space. It felt as if this new world twisted on its own and I was just a spectator. Excitement bubbled from this sometimes synthetic cure to boredom and bleakness, but everything felt synthetic at this time, so just lean into it and have what we lacked most at this time. Fun.