I Can See the Static in My Bedsheets at Night is a response to the trapped existence I've felt like I've led.
It started with a small happenstance I noticed while lying down, and it filled me with an existential acknowledgement of the way I was born versus the way I became "myself" - at least, how I can present myself through a lens.
A lens: a system (symptom) of [oppression/freedom] that represents our modern world. How people can perceive you in this web of lies that is the internet is dictated by what kind of photographs you take of that body (carcass) of yours.
P.S.,
Camera equipment is sensitive (expensive), please refrain from getting your static charge (filth) near it.
