In Pursuit of Circles
For a year I walked a triangle between my home, the local swimming pool and my studio. But I saw only circles.
I swam around the edges of the pool. I lived off bagels and oysters. At night I slept contentedly with dreams that ended at the beginning. My days were occupied with making spirograph drawings and tabletop sculptures from cans of Heinz Spaghetti Hoops.
After a year my appetite for porridge returned, my peculiar dreams faded, my round table broke under the weight of cans and slowly I began to see other things.
In Pursuit of Circles is a work made up of 666 photographs of roundels.