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Andy wall started taking photos with a stolen camera at the dawn of the millennium. A Canon AE-1 older than him, it had previously belonged to his grandfather before his brother decided it wouldn't be missed amongst the piles of papers and packages that had proliferated over seventy eight years of life.

After learning how to load and unload film from a friend, he was off to the races and accruing the typical overspending teenage college debt in the atypical manner of exploring this new world of 35mm photography. He discovered the unknown pleasures and tactile joys of the photochemical darkroom; a memory that would sustain him until he started printing his work again in 2026.

His photography explores the many ways we haunt and are haunted by the world around us. The passive menace of a nearly empty parking lot, or a truck stop at dusk. The anonymous specters we become in transit and the surrendering of oneself to the communal experience of live music.