Cul de Sac (Temple Dr.)
In the suburbs, I’m drawn to places with rhythmic blends of the human-made and the natural. During a commute into Boston, my eye might pick out rivets or graffiti, or maybe it’s a weird truck in the adjacent lane that demands my attention. At work, an imperfectly wiped whiteboard seems to contain the meaning of life.
If you look closely, you can see that habitats are made out of habits – our local environment is defined by what happens within it. Ordinary homes and workplaces (and the paths between the two) are full of repetition and ritual...And therefore ripe for artistic exploration.