There was a time when my whole home environment was like this. Every single part a work in progress, with the chaos and clutter that accompanies.
I got into using a digital camera to (a) try to capture the good bits of my world to make it feel better and to filter out the chaos for my sanity, and (b)to dabble creatively during a long building process that rendered other media such as painting or mosaic or felting or sculpting or textile work or big pastel drawing kind of difficult (no room, stuff all in boxes, no time, no energy….) A photograph clearly depicting the overwhelming mess of a building site simply was not something I needed to have in my life.
Now, as the the idea of completion actually seems possible and achievable, I find I can bare the truth, to myself and to you, and, I can bear the truth, now it seems bearable. Does that make sense?
This is one of the last few parts to actually build. All the rest is fitting and finishing.
Fujifilm finepix s1500, aperture priority mode