In the spring of 2021, I traveled cross-country in search of my new partner whom I'd met online. We grew up on opposite coasts with opposite backgrounds, never having met each other in person prior to this trip. Much of our relationship was communicated through texts and phone calls, an immense leap of faith on both of our parts, in search of and expecting what each other would end up being like.
What the pictures resulted in was an attempted gaze towards her through the eyes and encounters of people on the road, people our age, people older, but mostly the estranged passerby. All the while, I felt like I was in search of a person who didn't really exist, following through the promises and clues left between us. What I ended up encountering was the evidence and stories of people in similar journeys, written within the land in pursuit of their own moments of reflection.
These peripatetic wanderings and encounters serving as clues, fragmented evidence of the person fabled in texts and postcards. I began to think of every interaction as a potential “star-crossed” encounter, a fated if not passing cross of recognition, and every place leading me towards this mythological person, etched in promissory notes across the American landscape.
(A full selection can be found here but only if you ask nicely.)