Inkjet Print on Computer Paper, 2020
6" x 4"
I am a patient patient. While waiting 30 years to be properly diagnosed, I have waited in different iterations of the same room with the same wholesale factory rug, the upholstered chairs with the wooden, pine-stained armrests, covered in at least 10 coats of glossy polyurethane. To then be brought to another different but the same exam room, to wait cold and sterile. My name and date of birth have been copied, recorded, and verified more than any photograph of my face. Is my medical identity no more than numbers and letters? Looking through the range finder of my fujifilm 6x9 does the ghost of me align with my image to bring the truth into focus.