Holly Wilson

    My camper trailer allows me to come and go as I wish. I have no schedule or commitment to public transportation. I can observe my surroundings more thoroughly. If I reach a point of desire, I can conveniently linger until I lose interest, providing a time capsule of sanctuary. I am interested in people that have lifelong careers in grocery stores and other mundane jobs that consume forty plus hours a week. Those sorts of workplaces eat away hours as one counts down the days until vacation. It questions the confinement and struggle of these sorts of positions. The mobile nature of the camper allows for comfort as well as spontaneous freedom. The interior initiates my personal lonely and obsessive compulsive alter enhanced ego.