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These are selected images from the full sequence, which resides in the book format of now now.
Woven into this sequence of images are feelings of both revery and animosity for my adolescence—moments that recall an inaccessible, romanticized boyhood. My twenties became a chance to liberate a crucial yet faltered drive in the development of my identity. Many queer individuals establish their idea of self through a silent performance to normalize, which robbed me of a chance to exercise displays of both platonic and romantic affection toward other men. As an adult, I still carry my childlike sense of curiosity and intrigue, which has directly impacted how I create my work. In now now, I watch the men around me grow up through a lens of intimacy rooted in fascination and admiration—a boyish, innocent love. Light dances through houses like they’re being lit for the first time—an illuminated magic bouncing past windows and off skin. Resentment I had for my childhood peels like a sunburn, exposing a comfort in how this experience has kept my inner child alive.