A personal exercise in a time of transition. I am concerned with connecting to life through photography, words, nature, and cultivation. While photography is my primary medium, I find a freedom in the idea that photography is just a tool for communication, so the work here will not be limited to only photos but rather a conglomeration of visual or written work. A journal if you will. A diary. A record of time.

Tabloid Release: Oct 5

Today is special for many reasons, but we won’t talk about that here. We’ll imagine why and how in an imaginary conversation about the cosmic beauty of October 4.

In this world, the one we are living in now, I’m releasing a 24 page photobook/tabloid tomorrow in Houston.
(Currently priced at $15 and for sale either in person on HERE)

In IT you’ll find select images from the work In Awe of All Things Real, made this summer on Dartmoor in Devonshire. I found myself constantly standing still, watching, breathing, unless I was walking for the walking’s sake. All too often I find myself (and I suspect in this I am not alone) running to keep up, judging myself harshly, waiting for a perfection that in all probability will not come. In one short week on the moors, I was asked to sit quietly near the river, listen to the world, walk with feet to observe and not claim. In short, let the life of the world around me speak first. I was all too happy to oblige; in these moments I have always been more myself, more solid, more alive, more clear-sighted from the inside out. With age, responsibility, trauma, dashed hopes, emotional fractures, raising children, coming to terms with your own inadequacy, traffic, pollution, politics, mortgages, failures, bank accounts—with all of this comes the need to survive, numbness perhaps, control perhaps, avoidance perhaps, a fight perhaps.

This work is a celebration instead. Of being in awe and breathing and not striving, not judging, not wishing. I hope, if you see it, you can be in that space for a second as well. In this comes healing. In life is life. I found some amount of clarity I hadn’t found in years. Here, I only hope to pass it on. My favorite thing about the tabloid format is the ability to rearrange the pages to create new patterns, new joinings on images. There could be a meditation here. The spreads can be pulled apart and hung or burned in a campfire. Both would be acceptable. You’ll find a poem and a journal entry buried within. Words only last so long though.

Melissa Laree Cunningham