The weight of failure

With a single roll of film, I went in search of the word ‘weight’. Thinking I would find it in the image, in a posture, a shadow, a detail. But it revealed itself in the process. In taking a photo that didn’t work. In repetition. In failure. Each attempt carried the weight of the one before it. It wasn’t in the image, but in the effort. In the space between expectation and reality.