Still Life — Behind the Scenes (working title, ongoing series)
I’m quasi-trespassing in my usual, favored, gritty spaces. I often ask permission of a suspicious worker if I can take a look around (a linen supply company, a pool service company, scrap metal yard, glass and mirror shop, auto body shop). Sometimes I tell the person who seems to be in charge that I see art on the premises. They laugh skeptically, but usually say “have at it.” And then, among the grit and disorder, I find solace and order, and literally still... life.
