The Boy Left Behind
A three part project where fragments of a southern boyhood drift through image, word, and silence in-between.
Chapter One
Soft Withdraw
The buzzing stopped and I swore I heard the wind for the first time in years. I stared at my reflection in the black glass like it might crack open and show me something holy or terrible. There were days I thought I was losing my mind, but even that felt like a kind of freedom. The silence stayed. So did I