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Collection
After the floater series I became invested in the anomaly that is dust. Thinking about our own connections to these unwanted, everyday remains living in our domestic space, I sought to rediscover a lost connection. In order to retain the heavy separation between everyday dust and myself, I used a Roomba or irobot vacuum cleaner to find and collect the dust. The Roomba uses technology to automatically sweep the room of undesirable vestiges in nooks and crannies, without user control so the operator never needs to acknowledge their existence. After their collection the dust was then removed, photographed and cataloged. By accepting these once concealed fragments, there is an unquestionable acknowledgement of self, space and time. A fight, a spilled drink, a change in carpet, a new animal, a simple movement across the room, no matter how big or how small, these day to day activities are all collected within the makeup of our domestic dust. The series Collection is a testament of 1 month in my space. |
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Floaters
Ideas of truth and transformation accumulate across the photographic planes of these deceptive arrangements. Using dust and debris found in my own domestic space, delicate balls of material are organically assembled and then arranged into a seamless pattern representing wallpaper. The image loosely references a variety of recognizable decorative wallpaper styles. This series demands an examination of what we chose to ignore, giving the viewer an experience re-discovering what was once lost. Driven by a similar enlightenment with the “eye floater” (or myodesopsia) this work is intended to stimulate a reaction as phenomenological study. I became deeply engrossed in the exposure of these “floaters” after a brief mention of their existence in casual conversation. Unaware of their existence before this point, the “floaters” now born in theory, existed in my immediate consciousness and like wildfire revealed themselves in my vitreous humour. That awakening of conscious acknowledgement is something that can be shared when approaching the wallpaper from a distance and discovering the inconspicuous disguise. |
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Shoebox
During a time of family separations, a single shoebox of old photographs was acquired in my household. Most of these photographs were of unknown origins (familiar or not) each had a missing thread of who, what, or when. These questions were unanswerable without some family histories. It was my immediate reaction to attach our (my partner and my) own histories to them in hopes of filling that gap. At the time I was working on Collection, a series capturing a day-to-day “slice of time” in the form of dust from our domestic space. The dust that was collected was then placed over the figure in hopes of making a connection. |
