The fleeting artwork of a certain friend. Bodies are canvases. And a reminder of where my footsteps are and will be left.
A personal investigation into documentation? The chronicle of something to be remembered? I'm not quite sure but perhaps since I don't really know where I'll end up, this is to look back and see how I got there. It begins with the end. Of sophomore year that is. And a journey abroad to France.
The fleeting artwork of a certain friend. Bodies are canvases. And a reminder of where my footsteps are and will be left.
