I shot this in my backyard at the time, which was full of piles of clay from working around the yard. The idea here is digital homicide. The statues are separated by this idea of a perfect place. One that doesn't exist but we all grow obsessed with.

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How much do we miss out on because it doesn't fit the narrative in our minds? Who's to say the joy of dreaming isn't better than living? Neither side has a clear answer.