[expired 35mm film inkjet printed on translucent backlit film]

I often find myself alone in my headspace, running through the tender moments of my youth. How do I reckon with the burden of my memories, the blur of late nights, intimate secrets, soft delicate friendships, and all of the in-between moments that never seem to leave me? At times, the past is carried with me as a cloud of warmth, a milky dream-like pacifier. Perhaps a reassurance of a beautiful life lived, yet it often sours and compounds into a bruised, heavy load that keeps me from seeing through.

Us, lingering contemplates the tangled relationship between nostalgia and identity under the weight of the sentimental, often burdensome past. Wading through a collection of expired film taken over the last 10 years, I discovered rolls void of images, merely aurus of both pale and vibrant colors of those once close to me. The regret of lost imagery, forgotten self, and piles of moments I can’t seem to escape are suspended into an overwhelming banner of our blurred bodies floating in limbo together.