In Words: Almost Nothing
Sometime after the election, I began cutting leaves and photographing them. A small impulse to make something visible again. After many walks, I would mark sites of potential, choosing a trajectory but lacking an objective.
The pictures describe a world that you and I occupy, full of plants— many of them just weeds. My interventions left marks that we may recognize but communicate something unknown; they describe decisions shaped to our visual language, but without a clear message. A feeling that both acknowledges and denies my impermanence.
Through the looking glass, my city is a forest—an unforgiving but extraordinary place. At its core, it is continuously shifting. Over the years, I have developed my practice to adapt to the conditions of life. This iteration of pictures was confined by space, but grew in possibility.
Ahram Park, 2019
Location: Haw Contemporary Stockyards