About the work

That faded paint on the bus, the fuchsia and teal, it was meant to be festive. Now it just sits there, an advertisement for the long goodbye. You stand by the tire, not waiting for arrival or departure, but for the next moment to finally detach itself from this one. That single vegetable on the ground, out of place: it’s the only thing that knows exactly where it’s going. Everything else, even the sun, is just passing through. A study in Persistent expectation and Weariness held in the same frame. In dialogue with Mid-century street photography.