NY Diary
2015 – 2017
When I was much younger and growing up in my sleepy hometown I wanted to be an artist.
Everything I read and all the media that I consumed told me that if I wanted to be an artist and I was living on the Eastern Seaboard, if given the chance, I should to move to New York City.
At 18 years old I moved to New York chasing a dream that I couldn’t describe, and I was tossed into a community of people doing the same.
This is a document of that time in my life, from age 20 to 23.
The photographs are presented in approximate chronological order. Just like memories, the images on this page are movable. I invite you to shuffle and reorder them as you please.
While readable on mobile devices, this work is ideally viewed from a laptop or desktop computer.
2015 – 2017
When I was much younger and growing up in my sleepy hometown I wanted to be an artist.
Everything I read and all the media that I consumed told me that if I wanted to be an artist and I was living on the Eastern Seaboard, if given the chance, I should to move to New York City.
At 18 years old I moved to New York chasing a dream that I couldn’t describe, and I was tossed into a community of people doing the same.
This is a document of that time in my life, from age 20 to 23.
The photographs are presented in approximate chronological order. Just like memories, the images on this page are movable. I invite you to shuffle and reorder them as you please.
While readable on mobile devices, this work is ideally viewed from a laptop or desktop computer.
The creation of this website was funded by an Ontario Arts Council grant.
