The Vertical - Conceptual 

As a child, I remember running in my yard between the drying sheets blowing in the wind on the laundry lines. They were huge white walls protecting me from the outside world. It isn't until now in life that I see a more profound meaning in this seen. I think of the labor of my mother cleaning and hanging the sheets with such care and organization. There was a sense of obligation, care and even longing in how this chore or practice was performed. I see now that my mother and I both found solace there.

In the time of isolation with COVID, the horrors of politics and war around the world, it is a place where anyone can escape for a few seconds, minutes, hours in their own compartment / theater / confessional.  Protected in a grassy field with the translucent white compartmentalizing you, your thoughts, dreams, your entire world at that moment directly adjacent to someone experiencing their own version of similar things. A gathering of the isolated...

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