WAKING 

In the time before starting a journey, I find it important to prepare and plan ahead. Lists, schedules and research are helpful but life will always throw you a curveball. I embarked on two journeys in the winter of 2014-2015. The first was spending that winter in Massachusetts while my wife was on a long-awaited trip to New Zealand and Australia. Five months away from Amanda was not a journey in the traditional sense but more about learning to live on my own. The second journey began at the end of March, when I boarded a plan in Boston to reunite with Amanda in Sydney, Australia.

 

While preparing for my trip to Australia, my curveball arrived. I suffered a concussion and minor skull fracture one week before my flight. Reality spiraled into what I can only describe as a dream where you slowly walk out of a tunnel. Sleep would often take me during the recovery process, even if I was in the middle of eating a meal. My vision would end, and I would wake up in a daze. Thankfully, with the help and care of my family, I was able to board a plane and venture to see my wife again. The entire experience felt like a dream.

 

I chose to illustrate my experience by arranging a series of photographs that begin blurry and grow progressively sharper. The progression mirrors my journey, which began in a disorientating way but gradually became more stable as my destination grew closer. At the same time, I want to communicate the sense of waking, processing new surroundings and arriving somewhere completely new. The photographs will take you on a journey that I still find difficult to describe with words. Not to mention the feeling of seeing my wife for the first time in five months. I still fail to adequately communicate just how that moment felt.