When the audio recorder jammed, or the video signal encountered interference and recorded only snow, I would feel my identy[sic] pivot on these failed results. In those moments I felt a crisis of identity. Was I really an artist, working in social intervention while critiquing the aesthetics and economic models of portraiture, or was I a minimum wage worker at an ailing suburban mall?
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