I’ve been thinking about pathways – to and from safety, to and from invasion. My mind has been bungee-corded to considering the world at large and at miniature as I notice many times a day what I touch that could have been touched by another, or what I could touch that could be touched in the future. Who can affect me, who I can affect, and how that can ripple so much further than my eyeline.
‘Pathway’ implies flow, direction – left to right, right to left – but I think of them, often, as more universal (all the way right, then all the way left, or two parties converging in the middle), which distorts and deepens their meaning much like playing a record backwards does.
Below is a temporary installation set in my apartment, comprised of folded paper and mounted with tape.
