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Made it out to P.P.O.W. Gallery in Chelsea for Young Curator's New Ideas II organized by Amani Olu. Saw some old friends, made some new ones, and finally put a face to those we've only known through this thing we call the internet.


© Michele Abeles
curated by Women In Photography : Amy Elkins and Cara Philips

Feels good to be back, but equally as strange. We already find ourselves forgetting what it was like to live in a truck for a year and the culture we were a part of. I suppose the city does that to you. Every time we pass an eighteen wheeler and/or a truck stop it reminds us of the life we recently left, humbling us for that brief passing moment until we're honked at or bumped into just walking on the sidewalk. We were isolated and felt alone more often than not while driving our tractor-trailer, but are now overwhelmed searching for that solace. To imagine we only used public restrooms, cooked, slept, and did everything else in our truck, showered and did laundry at trucks stops, made deliveries of random things from toilet paper, rice, cat litter, laundry detergent, windows, car parts, fertilizer, copper, flat screen tv's, psp's, paint, water, bicycles, newspapers, home furnishings, you name it. Now we're back to the consumer side of things. And perhaps that bottle of water you're drinking, or that roll of paper towel was brought to you by us, or another friendly trucker, hundreds of miles away.