intrude
The polaroid was taken on an early winter morning, visually destroyed from being stored in the freezer, the shot had intended to be light coming through a window in my living room. What emerged was a different kind of light, the colors damaged from the cold, I wasn't sure what to expect.
The poem was written a few days before, heavy on anti-anxiety medication, I aimed to focus in class, but drifted off scribbling in my notebook. I paired the two after a failed photography project of various car tires and a baby doll plastic limb underneath.
The title came instantly when I paired the two pieces of work together. To intrude is to emerge. I had hoped that creating this would help me do the same. From the clonidine, from the changes of life itself.