About the work

The fluorescent light on the concrete pillar still hums, though the garage is empty. Someone, on the other side of this photo, is laughing. Not a mean laugh, but a release. It’s the kind of laugh that comes after you’ve cleaned up something awful, when the adrenaline is leaving your body and all that’s left is the smell of antiseptic and the ghost of something terrible. The person in the middle has the best laugh, I think. She’s leaning back, head tilted slightly, and her eyes are closed against the harsh light. What she’s really laughing at, though, is the fact that she has to go back in there in an hour.