Wish You Were Here
I have been collecting postcards for years. Some are sent to me from friends and family, some are purchased from postcard racks during my own travels and others come from thrift stores written by strangers to other strangers and showing places I probably have not been. Like my fascination with images of large extreme weather events (hurricanes, tornados, dust storms, floods), I am interested in the things that transcend human-defined boundaries. When looking at my postcard collection one day, I noticed the obvious; that the sky itself is a metaphor for our connectedness. I proceeded to remove/redact geographic specificity, leaving just the sky–sometimes only a sliver, sometimes a dominant proportion of the image. Although the details of place–where we are from–define us in many ways, and often account for very real differences of privilege, these small collages focus–for a moment–on shared human experiences and exist for me as small gestures of hope.
I have arranged the cards in many formations. I have created many small, quieter groupings like these imaged here. My preferred arrangement is in a large circle (using about 30-40 cards), mounted directly to the wall.