artist statement

Shifting, porous, all at once, all the time.

Aching leg - smell of rain - brimming heart - heavy bag - car exhaust - screaming seagulls - I wonder how she is - on the train, lovely smile, such cool shoes, he looks sad - private worlds, earbuds, phones - look up, up, the light on the building - why does she get so under my skin, no matter, must call today - church belI, I’m a kid again - the soap store, always too much - oh…he’s folded, on the sidewalk, step back step back…pang pang - open car, hiphop thump - shawarma, hot dogs, cigarettes - please move faster, please move over, please go ahead - parking garage…oh that smell: Montreal, holding dad’s hand, now in Toronto…twenty-one, not feeling safe - deep inhale, ocean air - santoor strumming in the park - is it eavesdropping, I don’t know, I can’t help but hear - garbage picker…I’m nineteen, summer job, the wrong boyfriend - many legs, dodge and weave - conference name tags dangle and flap - wow that outfit, don’t judge, don't judge - I’m so hungry, wait till home - oh man…is that me reflecting in the window?

In my hybrid photography-drawing practice, I disrupt my urban photographs with drawings, marks and image transfers to hold interference in visual form. Maybe we are all walking, breathing interference patterns. What changes when we start to notice this: in ourselves, and in the strangers around us?