BLIND SPOTS // 35MM FILM//BOOKLET

Coming out alive from the colorless supernova that was 2023 had left me drained. The idea of getting a job made me sick, I was broken, I needed to recover and my spirit demanded its freedom. So I started driving for money, my car became my sanctuary and driving my therapy. It was tiring, but then again, nothing good has ever come out of comfort. Overnight, the search became the meaning. It took me two winters, two summers, the passing of my mother and the spine of the long Island Expressway to piece this together. Love it, hate it, this is what I saw and it all happened between stop signs, traffic lights and blind spots.