ICP has consumed me. Every waking moment, in my dreams, photographing, printing, thinking, reading, seeing. All the while, the city rages around me and demands attention. She doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Between the two, I am stretched thin – love at one end and hate at the other, pulling with equal strength.
I decided to skip town for a night… it was magic.
Bethel, Connecticut.
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