An Unfinished Space

There are images you pull from your camera all the time that strike you as rubbish. Digital garbage that you usually don’t hesitate to delete. But on occasion, with some, with this one, sense of the image shifts. It has unexpected connections and you become head-over-heels with ideas of improvement. You become the image’s captive. A slave to its perfection, with increasing frustration and the need to break from it—the sound of my slippers scrapping against the floor as I paced and decided to leave it unfinished.