Even in the smallest slices of time, riding my bike from the auto repair shop, back to the office, roaming around back streets during lunch break, I find interest in the most empty of all spaces, sad facades, mirroring my hollowness. Flat city blues keep my comfort, as I distill the blank walls, closed doors, mocking my rigid anchoring as imagine the fronts collapsing, and revealing myself on the other side looking back into the lens.

Flat City Blues, ongoing set of digital images, 2014