Fleeting

(Untitled–Bushwick, 2008, 16 X 20", C-Print)

Every morning I take the Business Casual Bus (#24). This morning, while I was surrounded by the hordes of Target employees on their way to the hive, I started to think about art production. While gazing out the window I noticed that the poorly thought out construction work on 9th AVE was kicking up dust - this dust was in turn being highlighted by a single beam of light - bouncing off the IDS building.

It was perfect. Something I could never make or document - only experience.

As my hiatus from the world of perpetual art production for the sake of personal glory, esteem, and attention deepens, I'm realizing that perhaps the best work is non-work. Maybe, after all is said and done the moments of perfect atmosphere/diffused meaning/ambivalent presence can be more meaningful than any object, image, text, or sound.