Prairie Modernist Noir 21 (2018 / 2020)
Now this is not lens distortion. That is the most dismal phone booth I found on my travels. It’s in the Whiteshell, or was, because, I think, just towards the end of my safari, Dan mentioned to me that he’d ripped out one in the Whiteshell and he wondered whether I’d gotten a photo of it in time. It was about to uproot itself with a grand topple. You can see, it’s so touching; it’s yearning for mother earth.
2018 / 2020
archival inkjet print
edition of 2, #1
8 ½ x 11 inches