There’s an intense intimacy in firsts; The first hug, the way you memorize their smell or where they place their hands. The first step into their place, the way they kick their shoes off and watch as you wonder aimlessly around their home making mental notes of the small intricacies they’re comprised of. The first kiss, the first smiles in between, the first nervous laughs that follow. The beauty in art and exploration is the continuous renewal of firsts. Seeing new places, discovering new feelings, creating new things from those very feelings. A constant cycle of reclamation of the childlike sense of wonder this world ceaselessly tries to steal. The purity of such moments cannot be understated. Perhaps our efforts of self-preservation are shrouded in our search for more, and in reaching for those things beyond we are actually clutching everything within ourselves we never want to lose. Things such as our humanity, imagination, transparency, love, faith and all the things that make up the best parts of us. Perhaps we are seeking ourselves over and over, in different places and different things, all we want to remain and every inside us we want to discover.
Location: New York City, N.Y.
