Delivered
This long-term series began with my Polaroid dud box and the question: when is a dud a dud?
As a harsh self-critic, my disappointing frames went into a box simply because I couldn't bear the thought of wasted film; somehow that mostly forgotten box justified them.
Concurrently, over the years we saved our fortune cookie fortunes. We didn't discriminate, we kept all of them. Tucked into drawers at work, into pockets and bags, later we'd transferred them to the junk drawer at home.
I can't remember the inspiration, but I reveled in, (still revel in), the process of matching a fortune and a photo.
A disparate photograph smothered in sentiment and/or wit transcends the imagery and fortune into its own form, and simultaneously commits to the series as a whole.