jon malis

Stained Grounds

I lived my life through coffee, leaving the last drops of each cup to forever dry to the bottom of the single-use paper cup; the moment of consumption now long past. But with these speckled brown patterns remaining affixed to the bottom of every cup I drank, I'm left with a visual document of my thoughts, feelings, and actions as I was feeding my addiction.


Stained Grounds Midnight Inspiration
Stained Grounds Atlanta, Georgia
Stained Grounds An Unexpected Surprise
Stained Grounds New Year, New Friends, New Beginnings
Stained Grounds Awareness of My Addiction
Stained Grounds Dublin, Ohio
Stained Grounds Interstate 70
Stained Grounds Just Another 20 Hour Day At The Office
Stained Grounds Success (The Weight Suddenly Lifting Off Your Shoulders)
Stained Grounds 10pm
Stained Grounds Waiting
Stained Grounds Unremarkable
Stained Grounds Feeding The Addiction I
Stained Grounds Meeting The Family
Stained Grounds Final Preparations (Two Week's Vacation)
Stained Grounds Back to Normal
Stained Grounds Driving Two Hours in the Rain to See Old Friends and Make New Ones
Stained Grounds The Stress of a Time Bomb Ticking from Within
Stained Grounds Deja Vu (Same Thing, Different Day)
Stained Grounds Nighttime Renzdezvous
Stained Grounds Passing Hurdles (It's Over!)