Artist Statement: Up on the North Point a torrential downpour of instants tease their way into our sight, but never fully form. Shutter-induced memories reduced to speckles, dissipating into fog. Here, my initial disappointments in a material defect morph into opportunity – satisfying an itch to melt instances together, to see any number of places as one.
I want to go home. These images were meant to show us what goes where – but I can’t make out the path. Maybe we should lay them all out on the floor and try to put the pieces back together. In another five days, I’ll need to leave.