WHEN I WAS ALONE IN GUADALAJARA

    One week before taking these photos, I had moved into an apartment in Providencia, Guadalajara with two girls in med school. Two days after moving in, one of the girls told me that her grandmother was ill and she was going to bring her cat to the small 3 room apartment to live with us. The day after this, my other roommate told me that she was going to bring her two mini poodles to stay with us as well. None of these animals were trained and neither of my roommates cleaned. Ever. So soon after, I called my dad and asked him to help me pay for an Airbnb while I looked for another home.

    These photos were taken in that AirBnb. I didn’t have a job at the time, other than some small graphic design jobs for family and friends. However, that was not enough to live off of, or at least not live comfortably. I was depressed. I didn’t want to get a job, but I was starting to think that was my only solution.

    My website was in need of a facelift, and part of that included new photos on my ‘about’ page. So I pulled out my camera and took these photos.

    Of course, I got distracted and took creative photos that I wasn’t going to be able to use for my website. I call this guilt art. Art that is made at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons, but is our inner child’s need for release. I think many artists relate to making art as a form of procrastination. It often results in some of my best work, but feels the most wrenching in the moment.

PHOTOS BY @RIA.HARDCASTLE