Going on a Walk at the
End of the World

Artist Statement

I walk a lot. It’s inherent to living in a big city without a car, but it’s also an activity I have come to deeply enjoy. Walking gives me a chance to move my body, clear my mind, and take some time to be alone with myself and look at the world without having a screen in my face. Over the years, I have built up quite a stock of photos from my walks across Seattle and elsewhere: flowers and foliage, trees and trails, and a lot of golden hour light on the sides of local buildings. I have a very visual memory, so these pictures retain a lot of the thoughts and feelings from when I took them—concern over the state of the world, worrying about my endless to-do list, the excitement of really falling in love for the first time as an adult, fretting over family drama, and a few even recall that magical feeling when I have moved my body enough that my brain actually goes quiet. My work has always been diaristic, but this show feels especially so—an attempt to capture the internal and external experience of processing my thoughts about the world as I walk through it.