In Istanbul I am working at the intersection of collage and photography, seeking that which is not seen. I prefer letting things emerge: giving the overlooked subject time to reveal itself, rather than seizing it.

 

I then juxtapose the images with multiple abstract  monotypes, their edges often burnt with incense, as a metaphor for the ‘scent of time’ and the subtle chosen blindness that permeates daily life--without malice, and therefore without guilt.

 

Over the past two weeks, bagels and flowers floating in the Bosphorus, shadows and light inside Istanbul Modern, torn protest posters, manual street laborers, political graffiti, travelers texting, and single elderly women have all floated to the surface.