Suburbs | Life

Living in a small town can feel like a dream, and occasionally in my dreams I feel trapped. There are small moments of escape where I can see through reality to something that feels closer to fiction. Each image shows the conflict of seemingly calm beauty, and also claustrophobia. There is a barrier between me and the freedom outside. I am kept, like the abandoned Sears shipping container. The magnolias are beautiful but I cannot touch them or smell them. The painterly landscape is there but it is trapped, far away in the mirror and all that is in focus for me is the wall. The creeping fear is that I will be the fish dead in the water, never to be out of it. These images search for hope, and escape.