Bonus: Hour 25

At noon, I stumbled to Clark Park. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be shooting up to or through noon. I didn’t want to make any mistakes on this one, so I got myself there. By this time, it was painful to walk, my feet felt like they were on fire and my muscles protested my movements.

I photographed the farmers market, ate ice cream and got myself home.

I took off all my clothes, took a shower, and slipped into bed for three hours. Over that 24 hour period I gained six blisters and lost three pounds. I took over three thousand photos, selections of which you can see here, on this site.

This project was me exploring my physical and mental limits, pushing my will, and working to make myself a better artist.

I’m currently picking my 24 favorites, of which I’d like to do a show where I display them. If you know of, or are a gallery owner or curator, and a show about an artist trying to take a portrait of a city over 24 hours sounds interesting to you, please contact me at jrblackwell at gmail dot com.

Yesterday: Hour Twenty Four: The Graveyard

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