Scenes in and around New Zealand, Japan, and South Korea captured on an iPhone 4S—nothing is forgotten, nothing is lost, nothing is abandoned. Small observations of natural absurdity, symmetry, pain, beauty, humor. A catalog of memory and desire. “Meals seemed to last five years and nap time seemed endless.” A reflection / a view / a clue.
The concealed multipurpose of iPhone technology provides me with an incognito trifecta of quality, convenience, and anonymity. Captured as a series of obnoxiously recognizable squares, the mood is inconspicuous and unseen, kinetic and ephemeral, each shot a fragmented preservation of the spurious patina on what it means to live. Heideggerian musings on whether this is “art” or simply another remarkable facet of technological advancement are questionable and ambiguous. Should we treat the technological realm as a pervasive force, another oppressive template seeking to dominate our voice? Or will technology be the ultimate arbiter of communication unrestricted by gender bias?