YELLOW LINE

I recently moved to the city, renting a great three-story apartment. A little after 2am, pulsating red and blue lights from a police car below woke me. My apartment sat on the corner of an intersection that was the first turn-off for motorists caught in a speed trap. I was compelled to watch the ritual; the questions, evidence of registration, and eventually, the walking of the yellow line to prove sobriety. This yellow line became an integral part of a moment that changed their lives.
This body of work is a reflection of the community’s inhabitants that unknowingly interact with this yellow line at different times of day. Their actions are mundane and routine, but presented as a whole; they feel connected and simultaneously detached. This dichotomy of interaction is accentuated by our culture’s social medium. We use the word “friend” very loosely on Facebook, yet are very isolated.
This series also questions how art can illuminate, raise a viewers’ consciousness, never to be the same.