That time. Wherever it was.

Letterpress, color photographs and inkjet on handmade paper.

Edition of 25, Chicago, 2006

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That Time. Wherever it Was:

I got up and walked through the house. I’d had enough and no one knew each other anyway.

People really couldn’t have noticed that I’d been gone for very long.

The truth was I just wanted to keep on walking, to jeep on going, far from there.

Standing alone, I attempted to leave through a meditative-blank stare. I thought; here I go again, trying to blot out the noise.

Again, I’d had it! Get me out of here! Banish me! Grrrrrrrrr! I spat and turned to leave, when my solitude was broken; ‘Where are you going?’ She asked.

Drew Luan Matott, 2006.