'UNDER CONSTRUCTION'

I was in New York City for the whole month of June. Searching for an idea that would incorporate the city in a way it hadn't been before. The most photographed city in the world, possibly even the most photogenic, was complex to capture initially. I felt like everywhere I looked, I had already witnessed in a photo, and I couldn't get myself to click on the shutter. Endlessly letting my black shoes trace over cracked concrete and under construction noise, where plastic and warning colours flashed into my sight. The streets talked in textured phonetics. They spoke to those who walked alone in search of someone to touch. Beautiful, old brownstones covered in coloured plastic, a veil of advertisements wrapped in caution tape. Oddly enough, these sights became quite attractive to me with their manufactured layers.

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The idea came to me that I have become more open to construction and its ugly, destructive, and

rebuilding powers. Break open the walls and look at the bones of a building. Sometimes, I wished my body could be pulled apart stone by stone to find and rebuild the defaults that have been hidden. Taped back together with cautionary tape, some red see-through gauze, and some spray paint, measure the length of the pipes that need to be fixed. I want to invite you into my construction zone. Where I expose and try to rebuild a city. From the air-conditioned bedroom into the park that offers refuge from the hot pavement that holds all the sun's heat. In a way, this story has no plot. A wandering streetwalker galloping under the towering buildings that carry reflecting glass. They have grown into the sky and sewed themselves to the clouds. This figure is a creature with only eyes and legs. Who wants to look without having to write themselves into it. No perspective. No point of view. Watching how everything around them grows and shifts. Like a moving statue. Frozen from feeling and thinking. Escaping to the place that keeps shifting.