Svenn Hill. This be me.

This site is a living record of whatever I am at any given time. Photography, writing, video, journal pages, and whatever else does not have an obvious home elsewhere. It is not a portfolio. It is not a brand. It is just a place I put things.

I spend my days doing manual work with my hands. Maintenance. Facilities. The physical, immediate world of things that break and need fixing. My interior life runs in parallel and rarely intersects with any of that, except in the ways everything intersects with everything if you look long enough.

I shoot on film and digital. I write long and short. I keep a physical journal — have for years — and I intend to scan pages of it here, sketches included. The journals are not diaries. They are somewhere between cosmology and confession. I have developed, across them, a framework for thinking about Ŧime, nothingness, and what it means that anything exists at all. I do not know if it is philosophy. It might just be obsession wearing a philosophy coat.

I am, I think, wired differently. My brain generates more worlds than I can finish. I hyperfocus on things that don't pay and lose track of things that do. I have an extensive catalog of unfinished projects and an even more extensive catalog of reasons why I haven't finished them. I keep showing up anyway.

I wish to be a writer, not a write-not — thanks Paul Graham — the difference, as best I can tell, is showing up and doing the thing. This site is partly what showing up looks like.

Drawing with light — that is what photography means, etymologically. It also describes something about how I try to approach most things: carefully, with attention to what the light is doing. Where it lands. What it avoids. What that avoidance reveals.