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Street Objects…

Happenings of the everyday collisions. Process which to reach no pinnacle. An occurrence visual to those who not seek it, but wait for it to reveal itself in a single moment of time. Capturing it, is colliding with that exact moment of the object and realisation - a weave of time, space, object and body.

Grandma’s House, 2019

Since Covid 19, 2020, the everyday happenings of mundane moments capture attention, for me, a doorway to escapism - of something not so ordinary, but extraordinary in their unique way, if one makes the choice to discover. A documentation of moments collaged into impossible possibles, as times weave to make creative formulations; moved together by chaos, choice and chance.

Considering how images balance one another, their meaning is nothing, but their existence - forms colliding of shape, repetition, wrinkle or age, an environment, shadow or name. Through the normal everyday, documentation of moments forced together as as possible impossibilities, not as reality, but as our mind sees them.

Peering into golden light to see hands move ~ eating dinner.

Hands ~~~

Intimacy of objects and space

For an unknown reason the little balls of glowing lights are intriguing, like the sun, like oranges..

Capturing moments with light, processing and thoughts in-between, a documentation of thoughts through image and the odd word or two.