This body of work examines the limits of perception and the mechanics of chance.

It is the result of blind, chance-driven interaction with a television screen. The imagery embraces the unintended, raw traces of passing, transforming personal grief into a universal memento mori.

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In the days after her death, my eyes were so swollen with tears that I could no longer see. In my dimly lit room, I pointed my camera at the TV screen and randomly pressed the shutter release.

Days later, I downloaded the images. I didn’t notice it at first, but what I had captured made me feel comforted in some small way. It was a fleeting moment of chance, but there in front of me was the story of her passing. 

It’s so heavy,
The heaviness and the slowing down of time.
I try to distract myself in small ways.
The day you left, I did the NYT crossword.
The final word I found was yours, my love.

1958 romantic comedy that won Best Picture?

…Gigi