somewhere in the inbetween

We are all of us nearly here

These photographs derive from a body of work that grew out of the disorientation I experienced upon my arrival in Los Angeles in 2006. First to emerge were the barebones of bewilderment - a map of countless paths that rejects real-world coordinates, dismisses geographic motive. Memories cling to the wall, an aggregate of elegies discovered on my daily walks: orange grinds, pomegranate jewels, forest-fire ash, wilted petals, blackened banana peels, general bits of debris. Bit by bit, I surveyed the details of my new environment, gathering and palming them, pressing and stretching, turning them over in my pocket, creating familiarity: we are all of us nearly here. Thus did my journeys through Los Angeles take shape on the walls of my studio. With the landscape fully transformed in elegiac sprawl, I began to obsessively photograph, isolating individual experiences from my various
levy flights. But with each new specimen gathered, the maps continued to grow. Layers upon layers, complicating and sprawling, they became claustrophobic, overpopulated, unnavigable. So, I left the room and the evidence was archived, became something else altogether over time

The photographs continue to depict my foraging, my forays into place-making, tracking and transforming the landscape into memory, a personally envisioned ethnography of Los Angeles. They are also timekeepers, recording the growth of a place, as well as case studies in perspective, shifting from the aerial to the close-up and back again, clarifying and confusion, resulting, finally, in a series of lyric moments.

An elaborate system for communicating with people who don’t live here: or bringing somewhere else closer to here. An elaborate system for communicating with people who don’t live here: or bringing somewhere else closer to here. Speeding along on the 5 as it approaches the 134, the confluence of headlights creating a dotted stream of light in the sky. On the 14, passing old oil derricks and charcoal smothered sticks poking out of the burnt desert. Head staring out the passenger seat of a car on the 10 watching Century City rise out of the ground. this is the 5, leaving valencia, going over the hills into the valley.