This photograph was printed 18 feet wide and displayed as part of a group exhibition called “Harbour”. It could only be used once. Essentially, it was going to forever stay concealed in a plastic bag.
I began burning things this year. Once a month, I’d get out a piece of paper and write down ideas, people, and things that I wanted to let go. It was an exercise in self-reflection that turned into something more like an energetic release. It was extremely cathartic. The idea of burning the print was a bit crazy at first and felt like taboo. The more I thought about it, it became clear that burning the piece would bring it to completion. The final departure: leaving the harbour against an endless horizon - an final act of release.