Lost Spaces by Albuquerque based photographer, Jamie Ho
Usually after I wake up, I sit and stare at things; at the cracks and chips on the wall, at the light streaming from the window onto the surface of my bed, at the scratches on the floor due to the repeated abuse of feet clamoring on the hardwood. I can’t stop thinking about remnants and residues. When I escape the house, I look at what people leave on the ground, orange peels and forgotten gloves. I look at the fractures and seams of parking spaces and paved streets. I’m obsessed, I’m completely utterly obsessed with little details.
I see images in my surroundings and I work best when I respond to the unease I often feel. Photography is a way to filter the outside world, a way to make my environment easier to understand. Usually, I document abandoned, desolate, and lost spaces, the lure that they have on me is incurable. Perhaps, it is because these spaces are so relatable to me; they become a symbolic beacon for the uncertainty I don’t know how to flee from.
I end my day with details in my head cataloged for later. It never stops.
