In Our Own Little Worlds

How often do you catch yourself on autopilot? Hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, mind somewhere else entirely, perhaps even to the point that if you were asked to recall the things you saw along the road during that last hour, you may not be able to say much. Where is it that we go? What dream states do we enter and exit daily, hourly, minute-by-minutely? What would we look like if we were seen at that exact moment? Would we even notice that? All of these questions and thoughts have inspired this exploration of ongoing work that spans over the last 15 years as I wonder what this work is all for; someone recently expressed the act of making work in this way as collecting and that resonates. As I spread it out in front of me, however, I see the running theme, which is being the eyes of curiosity for all that is around me, that I wonder if they are ever directed at myself.