Photo Essay

Bound

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This series is an exploration of our binds. The objects we collect and consume believing

that they make us more likeable, attractive, functional and bearable. These binds surround us.

They wear away with us, and decay...they become rundown and consumed. They help us piddle

along while containing us within a shell. Constant hindrances masked in comfort and familiarity.

I chose the objects for this series carefully; each is symbolic of something beyond their

physical presence whether it is faith or beauty, time or health. They are manifest in a variety of

forms and often a variety of colours and styles. Our relationship with these items is contradictory;

we attempt to control and contain them, organize them, label them, alphabetize and categorize.

But when plucked from our narratives and witnessed in one small moment they produce an image

of life that is strange, melancholy and littered with doubt.

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