I lost my voice earlier this year. Months later, after discovering pre-nodules on my vocal cords, I was compelled to go on vocal rest. I took seven days of silence — forget words, absolutely no sounds allowed. The experience was as lonely as it was interesting and insightful, not least because I think out loud. It’s always strange when something that was once so thoughtless, so effortless becomes the thing you must avoid in order to get better. 

Here are a few self portraits from a new series I think I’ll call Witchcraft, i.e. the thing that happens when intuition and agency coalesce. I’m an abstract thinker and enjoy internal chaos (hence the outward order). I like to think these images capture the silent electricity I experience when I’m thinking, or intuiting, or… talking to myself. 

SELF PORTRAITS. SHOT IN LOS ANGELES. JUNE 2024