Tactile Planes
Grooves/ravines/tactile planes/encasement/organic machinery.
In the grooves of my hands, curves of my collarbones, pores of my skin; I see the body as a separate planet. One with ridges and mountains and crevices. Sometimes I believe these are landscapes I've not previously seen. The regular humdrum perception of the body is rewired into a deep appreciation & fascination of the planet machine that carries the self through space and time.
Using medium format film.
