When I left NYC in March, I thought I would be gone for three weeks, not three months. I had all the wrong clothes and a tremendous sense of displacement. I craved the comfort of the home that I had left behind: my studio, my friends, my ongoing relationships with the people who lived outside in my neighborhood.  I wanted to pick up the "Anything Helps" project here, in Los Angeles, but I was afraid—fear of Coronavirus permeated everything. I photographed early in the morning, looking for the comfort of my practice but finding only fugitive traces in the landscape. 

The call to participate in Sympoiesis made me aware that I had become a person who now turned my head, kept my distance and looked away from the homeless. And then suddenly as if by magic, I met Davin, Devon, and Colin who live on my corner in Los Angeles, and the work began again.