Life as we see it

Crossing.

Parked.

Bait.

Tooth of earth.

Terminus.

These pieces depict moments in life where we look for solitude, but we can’t be alone. Walking Brighton seafront as the taxis shoot by. Living in a caravan parked in the path of the endless trudge of tourists to Stonehenge. Individual, isolated, but never actually remote.

The Tuscan fisherman made the deliberate decision to be alone, but situated himself in an eyecatching way. He was looking for an isolated time — just he and the sea. He was living as a display for the dozens of cafe patrons, an unwitting performance.

That’s life as we see it. Our role is the viewer, the Boltzmann brain forcing meaning into every observation. The Avebury corridor, a route that has been walked for thousands of years, puts us directly into the context of the generations silently walking with us. Milano Centrale, a hall through which half a million strangers cross paths daily.

Much as we try to find singular experience we are particles in a flow of people, the motions of society. We see and are seen.