Eyes straight ahead, up here, four to seven feet above the ground, we see the usual theater of faces, storefronts, traffic, the horizon.
Beneath the line of sight the pavement is another stage, a parallel world whose denizens enact oddly familiar melodramas.
The camera, like a microscope, reveals a flat world oblivious to ours, a parallel ecosystem of transplants and natives, signs and symbols, geographies and borders.
And of small serial dramas: the formerly privileged now dependent on and finding solace with the locals; couples parted and reformed; castoffs clinging to stay in place or flinging themselves to freedom.
Schools of fish dart in and out of the curbsides. Gloves wave.
Laces reach. Scraps and detritus set off on adventures.
I’ve gotten a number of requests for my Starling of Fort Mason prints as holiday gifts this year. Starlings of Fort Mason is a series of monotypes executed in 2005. A limited series of 30 giclée prints are being offered, signed and numbered by the artist. They are printed at the original size of 8″ […]