For the past 28 years I have moved many times. As my family moved from one home to another I came to understand that none of these places would ever be my permanent home. When I left my parents home, I too began my own endless relocating. Whether I stay in a hotel for a night, or rent an apartment for a year, it’s the same thing to me: Vagrancy. Perhaps this is a part of the modern human condition; floating, wandering, occupying each space temporarily. These fleeting/floating subjects move through time and space, and we know, we come to expect, they must fall/settle down/end up in somewhere. But there remains a chance like in the image, the subjects are frozen in the fragile moment which expressed the occupation in the space, and realize it would be ephemeral.
October 17, 2015