Here's a collection of pictures from our road trip, from Idaho, Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada, etc.
Las Vegas: Ladies of the Slots
A small series of casino cruisers, Las Vegas July 2017
A series of photos taken at the Salton Sea, Desert Shores, and surrounding areas followed by photos from Salvation Mountain and Slab City.
Series of Photos from Montana and Idaho.
Spring Creek Trailer Park
The area of Spring Creek in Camore, Alberta is rapidly developing to include three small hotels to the rows of townhouses, condos, and retirement community. The contrast of large lottery homes and the remaining trailer homes, campsites and mobiles is separated by a small creek that flows from town. There is a home in the trailer park with the sign "Dream Home" beside their front door, and around the corner is a woman who sits on her blue fenced deck in a plastic chair with a one-eyed wiener dog. There are many little kids who gather at the playground in the middle of the park. Some nights in the early spring it was warm enough for a few neighbouring winnebagos to have a campfire. Each home is its own definition of glamorous and the range of colour and decor is folky and understated. The park residences find a sense of community in the potholed roads of the numbered streets but they are also aware their time is limited. Eventually the developers who purchased the areas many years ago will continue to remove the homes and begin more construction.
I've been to this year every year for at least 20 years. When I was a young teen it was an 'extremely important' social event. Because I went to a single sex school, this was a definite opportunity to see a range of boys from different schools, what more reason did we need? There was a terrible tradition of shaving cream fights, ruining my carefully planned outfit and causing me to wreak of old man. It rained almost every year.
Now I'm 22 and other than the strict no shaving cream policy in place, it was just the same. Tons of girls in their Saturday best (crop tops, short shorts, etc.) and many moms staying back with watchful eyes. Over priced, whip lash inducing rides and tons of food made by people with no gloves or sinks. My friend and I surely stuck out like sore thumbs on these rides with our legs too long to fit in some seats. Being on the adult side this time made me see the purity in the neighbourhood fair that used to be so dramatized by middle school social ruckus and awkward day time interactions with mediocre lil' rich white boys.
Later in the season than usual this year, pollen from surrounding trees blew in high winds and settled in the water. Typically the yellow pollen is from evergreens, while deciduous trees' pollen is sandy brown or grey. It concentrates at the shorelines and leaves a disconcerting amount of yellow cloudy dust in the water. Most people in the area find it quite gross as it is occasionally odorous when decomposing, but has usually dissipated by the time all the cottagers arrive.
I find the pollen really cool, and am especially attracted to large bays that have a galaxy of pollen specks accumulating. The yellow colour can be vibrant and illuminate the edges of the shore. The pollen shows the pattern and movement of waves, the leftover traces of boats, and the areas where opposing directions of waves cause clusters of pollen to concentrate and sometimes froth over onto rocks.
Kinda gross but certainly cool.
November 2016. 3 of 6 photomontages shown.
This piece was a series of photomontages of silver gelatin prints (hands and bodies) and officejet colour prints of black and white images (mountains). The combination of opposing printing technique divides the layers clearly, and the focus of the piece remains within the bodies and hands.
My parents moved to Alberta in 2016, and these images are from a road trip the three of us took from Banff to Jasper and back.
My university apartment was my first home on my own, my first personal space. It was filled with so many firsts, it was the space where I shaped myself as a person. It was both a shelter from and a window to reality. It converted into a cave when I needed it to, and it bared my many emotions on the white, poorly painted, occasionally leaking walls.
My favourite feature was the dried flowers I collected and hung. I must have had over 50 small bundles and flowers hanging around the place. They reminded me of myself though it's hard to describe why. I loved to experiment with different flowers and admire the changes they went through while drying upside down. On breezy days the wind would seep through the large gap in between my window and they would twist and dance a little.
Besides some furniture I left, they were the last thing I took down and before doing so, I took a few quick photos...
I shot a series of vacant living spaces and inkjet roll printed them in a long chain, folded based on the creases and corners of the rooms themselves. The chain was approximately 7 feet long.
These images are taken in the time between the space belonging to one person as a home, and waiting for someone new to inhabit the space.
So Far, Untitled
The piece is shown as a 5 ft x 7 ft grid of 255 fabric prints. The piece is dependent on the process of draining an entire black and white ink cartridge of an HP Officejet home printer. Each print is approximately 4inches x 4 inches. The piece shows the depletion of ink through the succession of the same image on the same fabric material, until the ink runs dry completely.
The end of this process resulted in 255 prints.
These are a few test prints, and the final set up.