I have always known that I see the world in more varied shades than most, but I’ve often wondered if looking at the world differently could be a shared trait among others. Not Just a Series of Images is a fine-art thesis that examines the subjectivity of visual truth through urban landscape. This visual exploration of place studies the subjective truth in seeing and alteration of personal perception.

Not Just a Series of Images alters viewer’s perceptions by melding urban environment spaces with photographic compositional tools such as color variance, geometry, shifts in perspective, and textural overlays. Used as the visual representation of our subconscious mind, these tools present a paradox between truth and meaning and ask us to question how our visual perceptions affect the way in which we navigate our world. My intention with this series is to create a collective subjective experience that connects us not through our sameness but through our uniqueness.
“…my sense of balance comes not from your reassurances, but my own ability to see through the tears you wrought…”
“…my sense of balance comes not from your reassurances, but my own ability to see through the tears you wrought…”
“…my story bleeds through the pages of time, each turn a continuance of human experience…”
“…my story bleeds through the pages of time, each turn a continuance of human experience…”
“…the color of my soul is a muted shape of aqua-marine, soft and unspoken within the depths of the sea…”
“…the color of my soul is a muted shape of aqua-marine, soft and unspoken within the depths of the sea…”
“…in the chasmic distance from shore to sky, I cannot help but see possibility…”
“…in the chasmic distance from shore to sky, I cannot help but see possibility…”
“…the duality within me desires to be both contradictory and impossibly complementary…”
“…the duality within me desires to be both contradictory and impossibly complementary…”
"...in the depths of nocturne's song, I feel my spirit rise..."
"...in the depths of nocturne's song, I feel my spirit rise..."
“…allow me my self-destructive behavior, for I have become the maestro to my own demise…”
“…allow me my self-destructive behavior, for I have become the maestro to my own demise…”
“…the place I go to solace find, cannot on any map be found…”
“…the place I go to solace find, cannot on any map be found…”
“…yesterday I looked down on the world in contempt, but today I look up to the canopy and am no longer held by gravity…”
“…yesterday I looked down on the world in contempt, but today I look up to the canopy and am no longer held by gravity…”
“…have I been so narrow to in my own self-indulgence to see the track and not look back...”
“…have I been so narrow to in my own self-indulgence to see the track and not look back...”
“…she walks beside me, a beautiful warrior, my strength against the darkness…”
“…she walks beside me, a beautiful warrior, my strength against the darkness…”
“…the city lights, and busy streets, I wish upon those twinkling lights…”
“…the city lights, and busy streets, I wish upon those twinkling lights…”

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