Living in domestic chaos, despairing, I conceived redemption in finding harmony and form in the chaos. Abstraction providing structure, I hoped.
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?
Nature, Ocean Park