I have found comfort in the uncontrollable through Polaroids. As someone with severe OCD, most things I approach in life are methodically planned out and walked through before even attempting. As I’ve worked more closely with Polaroids in the last 2-3 years, I fell in love with the development process that immediately happens after the printing. With a delicate pouch of photo chemistry at the bottom that is squeezed and pushed through the rollers to the top of the frame, you have to think of how you’re storing, handling, and sourcing your film before you can even make an image. This makes each pack of film unique anywhere from a microscopic level, to an obvious difference.
When I got the opportunity at the end of 2025 to have my work in the San Francisco International Airport Museum, I made seven Polaroids with a multitude of manipulations to see how they would react and continue to change on their own…and four of them are on display until late autumn!
𝘚𝘍𝘖: 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 1, 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘷𝘭 2, 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘺 1𝘏
1. stomping rocks, 2025
2. tea tree, 2025
3. me and the concrete, 2025
4. half an hour to fix, 2025