(1987 - 2011)
A great deal of my 25 years in New York was spent going on walks. Growing up in the suburbs of Arizona and later New Jersey, I noticed I would only walk with a destination in mind. In New York's streets the cliché ‘the journey is the destination’ seemed most appropriate. It is only fitting that I stumbled across the perfect medium to accompany me on these walks to nowhere, observing rhythms and creating my own fictions as I wear through shoe leather. Street corners and subway platforms alternate their one act plays between comedy and tragedy as people come together for an instant until the flow of the traffic changes in their favor. These rectangles describe fleeting moments that disrupt what was true and make their own truths based on new relationships the real world did not know.
There is an essay by Robert Frost entitled ‘The Figure a Poem Makes’ in which he eloquently describes the act of creating. He states, “It begins with delight, inclines to the impulse, assumes direction of the first line, runs a course of lucky events and ends in a clarification of life.” These words acted as my map and compass.