Living in domestic chaos, despairing, I
conceived redemption in finding harmony and form in the chaos. Abstraction providing structure, I
I would haul Dot to the Ocean Park Farmer’s
Market in this Radio Flyer...identical replica to the one I had as a kid. Here already rust is struggling with memory
and the cadence of ghosts. Street
photography. Nothing posed, the image
captured. Do the personal references
color my sense of form?