Office / Hospital
I began my career as an artist with a career as an editor. Working at a small, venerable, avant-garde publishing firm, I spent four years sitting in an art-deco office building in Manhattan, reading poetry all day. I had an ideal life; but one I was unsuited for. Once, during a weekly editorial meeting, I noticed the way a fluorescent light fixture reflected the street scene nineteen floors below. It was a moment of liberation. Bored and constrained by the strictures of a nine-to-five life, this little camera lucida on the ceiling radiated freedom. I returned to the office that weekend, pointed my own camera up, and photographed the light fixture. For a year I would go to work at off hours, on weekends and holidays, scouring the small set of seven offices for signs of redemption and clarity. Photography became more than a tool for understanding the world, it was a method of generating meaning. It was a way to survive.