Delivered | when is a dud a dud
This long-term series began with my Polaroid dud box.
By the time I was interested in photography again, Polaroid film had become both precious and expensive.
As a harsh self-critic, my disappointing frames went into a box simply because I couldn't bear the thought of wasting film; somehow that mostly forgotten box justified them.
Concurrently, over the years we have always saved our fortune cookie fortunes. We didn't discriminate, we threw all of them into drawers at work and home. It wasn't planned, and they accumulated.
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.