The tower

from a series of prints based on
random internet photos

The tower was there when I was born. It was the first thing I remember seeing apart from my mother's face. I used to stand on the walkway of the bridge when I was a child, staring down through the gaps in the slats, interrupting the flow of pedestrians, inhaling the smell of oil and fish from the port.

The glare of the bulbs on the carnival stall

from a series of prints based on
random internet photos

I watched you for half an hour as you stood there, your face hidden in shadow, your entire body a silhouette created by the glare of the bulbs on the carnival stall.

Empty spaces

from a series of prints based on
random internet photos

They come and they go through the empty spaces, the vacant air that they try to fill with purposeful movement, occasionally interrupted by something seen out the corner of an eye.

A private display of emotion

from a series of prints based on random
internet images

She walked down the street and the buildings behind her appeared to deliquesce. There was a half-smile on her lips, as if she had just remembered something amusing, and then caught herself, embarrassed that a stranger might have caught her unawares as she let slip a private display of emotion.

My shoulder bag

I have been carrying my shoulder bag for over a year now, and I had forgotten that it was made in Switzerland, and has this finely-wrought metal badge sewn into the fabric:

I bought the bag because this Swiss brand has a reputation for making stylish and very durable products. It is a well-deserved reputation. Maybe I forgot about the fact that I was carrying a Swiss-made bag because it was under my arm most of the time, present but less visible. Maybe I noticed it again because of the prints I've been doing for the Lucerne Project, which seem to be dealing with making presences out of things that are invisible to me.