"Answers Come In Time" is a mantra I rely on when my anxiety fixates on the things I can’t control, leaving me feeling helpless. I become overwhelmed with problems with no immediate solution, so I wait for things to get better. But I find lately that patience has ruled over stagnation, and what’s worse, I’m no longer sure what I’m waiting for. To fill the void of waiting for whats next, I throw myself into distractions. I tell myself that with patience, answers come when its needed, and no sooner. 

I found myself photographing on the highway and it became my of coping with anxiety in a pragmatic way. The Highway itself is transition, a voided space between places. One sees it as a vacuum of thoughts, visions and emotions occurring between point A and B. Parts of this void becomes artifact to me, a stone to pass, and often an actual milestone. I hope this becomes evidence that I’m going somewhere after all. If I keep moving forward then the answers I need will come in time.