SO MUCH LOVE, IT'S A SHAME
by Ana Vallejo
by Ana Vallejo
For the first time, I am looking at myself in silence for prolonged periods of time. Through research of neuroscientific and psychological journals, therapy, interviews, and anonymous inquiries I am exhaustively scrutinizing my fears, desires, obsessions, and defenses.
I am photographing, collecting, and recapturing traces in all the mediums that become available to me, transcribing my unprocessed and obsolete inner workings into another version of myself.
Our eyes meet and a chemical reaction takes place.
A rush of dopamine increases my focus as we simultaneously scan each other’s presence.
Unconscious attraction drives me to know this person and the experience proves to be exhilarating, an intense print of pleasure has been formed in my memory again.
by Ana Vallejo
Montage: FOTODEMIC
Quickly, my source of gratification shifts and becomes a bit more elusive, a red flag of what is ahead.
Intermittent reinforcement is always the most irresistible and reckless, my reptilian brain is in charge from now on.
I can’t control my surroundings, and stupidly cling tightly. At every hint that the source of my energy, focus, and pleasure might vanish, I fall into despair.
by Anna Vallejo
Montage: FOTODEMIC