In Pursuit of Circles
For a year I walked a triangle between my home, my local swimming pool and my studio. But I saw only circles. I swam around the edges of the pool rather than up and down. I lived off bagels and oysters. At night I slept contentedly with dreams that ended at the beginning. And during the day I photographed obsessively. After a year my appetite for porridge returned, my peculiar dreams faded and slowly I began to see other things.
In Pursuit of Circles is a work made up of 666 photographs of roundels.