The Receipt as Negative
Found paper, held to the window, treated like film.
Held up to the kitchen light
Some negatives arrive by accident. A gas-station receipt, still curled from the register, caught the afternoon sun long enough to leave a trace.
The emulsion remembers what the eye forgot.
I keep these proofs in the same binder as the serious rolls. Process is not separate from the work—it is the work.
More frames from this walk ended up on Roll 002 and in Issue 001.