In June, 2017 my phone randomly thought that it was November 12, 2023.
All of the photos I took on that day lived at the front of my camera roll for six years.
What does it mean?
At the time, November 12, 2023 felt like the distant future. Anything could happen by then! I could get married or die (hilariously, those were the primary options that existed in my head). The world could heal, or could end completely. Over time, November 12, 2023 became a catch-all for all the questions I had about the future– it was ever-evolving, often times contradictory, ambiguous, yet significant.
It means everything and nothing.
Flash forward six years, and November 12, 2023 was just around the corner. I realized that I could either let the day pass by, uneventful and anticlamactic, or I could make my own meaning. In the spirit of every day meaning everything and nothing, I opted for the latter.
November 12, 2023
The primary way I know how to “make meaning” is simply by noticing and documenting, observing what emerges.
I invited everyone I knew to do document their November 12’s and accepted photo and video submissions via google drive. I
created this short, pieced-together imovie that is a collective November 12, 2023.
Thank you to everyone who participated <3
