Sacred Bodies
San Francisco, CA 2013 // New Haven, CT 2012 // San Francisco, CA 2013
Momentary Spaces
San Francisco, CA 2013 // New Haven, CT 2012 // New Haven, CT 2012
(I looked at these three images side by side and I couldn’t grasp exactly what it was that brought them together, but I knew there was something. Graphically, yes, the vertical columns through each, but that’s superficial, however interesting it may lend itself to be. So I stared at them longer and thought about each space in itself. And then I realized what it was about them. They’re all transitory spaces, spaces where you are meant to move through. Come, but please don’t hang around too long. They are essentially non-spaces; they have no name and no one really cares about or thinks too much of them. The stretch of sidewalk under a freeway, the patch just in front of a jewelry store, and right outside an office building where smokers two-step in the cold. These places are where nothing happens, the places between two ends of a line. Yet, these spaces are where everything happens. They are the domain of the pedestrian, the strangers you pass in a blur, where the public becomes just that.)
Highway 101 South & North
San Francisco, CA 2013
Building The City
San Francisco, CA 2013
Chair With A Gradient (For Walker Evans & Robert Frank)
San Francisco, CA 2013
Es
San Francisco, CA 2013
Hard Lines
San Francisco, CA 2013
Rectangles In The City
San Francisco, CA 2013
New Life In An Old City
San Francisco, CA 2013
A Man Taking A Moment
San Francisco, CA 2013
Valet
San Francisco, CA 2013
Two Lives
San Francisco, CA 2013
I look at this image and I envision the people who chipped away at stone to revere their gods. Real, living, breathing people carved these. And I see the desert they lived in and feel the arid dryness. I look at these and see the heat of the sun. I wonder if, as they sculpted, they could have possibly imagined that one day the stone that was beneath their hands would end up in an auditorium with strollers and tourists in a land they never knew existed.
The Met, 2012
