concept

in my disdain for mass quantities of people gathering to eat deep fried butter and ride janky tilt o whirls, i shall attempt to capture the fair in such a way that it does not glorify it. 35 mm, b and w. 

my inspiration

fail

no daylight. i was incapable of producing the images i long desired for. shall my future hold similar failures? will i be denounced into the abyss of no return; that is, shall this failed attempt at a well executed project repeat itself, again and again, until i am nothing more than the shell of an artist?

i shall not be shaken! as i hang in the gallows gripping noose, the execration from the audience (my class) will not deter me. you bastards! i will prevail! HAHAHA