Depression is a dark space which is trapping and seemingly endless. One subjects oneself to psychological self torment and introjective blindness. It's difficult to pull out of and is controlled of its own accord.
The mind's state is aggressively interupted, yet physically nothing changes. An argument takes place within one's own mind. As a way to proactively combat these times of subjective disarray, I set up my camera and photograph myself in the position I have become fixed to as a result. A therapeutic process which allows me to look at myself and tell myself 'what the fuck are you doing!?'. As the sitter, I look at the camera as if confronting myself, while as the photographer, I look at myself from a sane point of view. A contemplation on the state and relationship between physicality and metaphysicality.