URBAN INSTALLATION 1
It was the little bits of routine that were particularly agonizing to reflect upon; like the woman who handed out flyers at the top of the Montgomery Street escalator every morning, or the wait in a coffee line, or a diagonal crosswalk downtown. In July of 2001 I was laid off from a job.
Like many other people in the city who experienced the same, it was a job I loved with a group of people who had become friends, and a position that was fulfilling. What was once routine and familiar had become alien and uncomfortable. It was my goal to capture these bits of routine in a distorted and perverse way. Burned into the bottom of each print is a sentence from the 'Transition Overview' letter I received.
I only fully realized closure when I had the prints blown up to poster size which I periodically posted downtown at night.