I ran across this map for printing in an old box of stuff. I was thinking how easily I forgot the sheer difficulty involved in printing the photographs for Invisible Light. Sort of like childbirth, I guess. A lot of those images took an entire day of mapping and sketching, of cutting masks and burning and dodging, of sweating— to make the pictures look natural and “easy.” Easy my ass.
I also begin to wonder just how many times I can write the phrase “I was thinking . . .” in a single day.
