Concentration Statement (Again)

My grandma Zoila hails from the land of Costa Rica. She has raised four daughters there and has lived the majority of her life there. When I get to see her, she always talks to me about her younger life back in the rich coast. It's not the kind of talk that most people experience with elders...that rambling...unrelated, obselete talk. No, she always grabs my attention. One of the things she usually brings up is that people in the northern united states never cease moving. It's always go, go, go with no breaks. She views this in a somewhat negative light. She says that people walk briskly past each other on the street without making eye contact, just trying to get to their next appointment, after which they will dash out and run on to the next demand...ignoring anybody that they might have passed. I agree with her. I agree that people need to stop and take a breath, say hello to a stranger, take a nap, laugh without reason. (In Costa Rica people have designated nap/snack times in the middle of the work day).

With that background in mind, my goal is to capture the reality that everything moves without ceasing. The water moves up along the beach, the cars streak by in the night, the weather is always pointed in some direction, even the earth is spinning. Spinning and spinning for ever and ever. And when you take a look at the human body, everything of use is pointed forward, ready for advancement, ready for what's next.

So, whether it be organic or inorganic, my concentration is movement. motion. moving movers. moving because the earth doesn't have a choice, moving for the sake of reaching a destination, or moving just because moving the body is fun...so fun. My grandma said that things need to slow down once in a while. But, this is where I live, and my pictures are going to show that things just don't slow down.