Project: A Pathway

High Museum of Art, Atlanta, GA This series is a visual awareness of colors, of sharp or blurred essences on a circular ramp in a museum. A representation of emotions, of pace, of the symbolism of darkness and light. I invite you to envision each piece this way. As a place and people everywhere. You breathe my air, I breathe yours. Many people going up and down mountainsides, stopping to say hello, some are in pain, some are alone never seeing others. Some never go near the mountain. Yet, the ramps, the pathways, the mountains exist. We are better for knowing they are there in our togetherness or searching for ways to reach others; the eternal striving for peace. Be safe and much strength in all our journeys. I walked that ramp. The people this way. Turning the corners into blurry stomps of grey. They weaved by each other. They missed every glance. Of eyes that were moving completely by chance. They didn’t think it was worth the museum’s cost to stop. They were heading somewhere. Maybe a show. Maybe a painting. Maybe something else that was inside them that needed to be shaken. I could see them in pictures. Pursuing their goals. Colors raging red and out of control. I could seem them in a movie. Quietly instead. Telling stories about blue days, green ones and then, I thought I would make some pictures myself. From the round ramp I had walked. From the photograph I had taken. So I set down to figure. The colors, the people. The ways of their movements. I thought of more people. The people we pass everyday while walking or running. People whose lives are like ramps in a station Stepping up, stepping down. Going round the ramps of their lives, Everyday.