Pace

January 25, 2005

While it comes early on in the project I think we've reached my favorite image from the daily practice. My admiration is not born out of adoration for my stylish footwear or the memory of long walks around the scrubby oak hillsides above Glendale. With this image, indeed with the minute long movie from which this still derives, it is about the tiny appearance and disappearance of life in an otherwise empty plane of concrete. Success here is a matter of conceptual affinity and compositional balance. It is an urban sonnet. It is an insular moment. It is the hope for something beyond the gray.