Epilog Whenever a project has finished I am, somewhat hesitantly, compelled to look back and view the arc of the project – what direction...

January 11,2014 (Presentation) Most of what you have seen throughout the ICI tonight is my project, so tonight I am just going to make...

Rotonda I suspect that you inhabit a sort of endless digital Now, a state of atemporality enabled by our increasingly efficient communal...

Prepping the Cracks Damn it! I thought I was done with this. But you know what happens. Suddenly, at a time when you might be preparing...

The Archive as Ephemera(l) As soon as one mentions the word archive, similar to the issue with ephemera and detritus, mental and physical...

There is another possibility – or at least an additional enterprise that is operative within the constraints of the ephemera(l)...

Let us first be clear about what I mean by institution. An institution is not an organization; it is a medium. One definition describes...

Perhaps you have sensed my frustration, almost anger, at finding myself stranded on the platform of a linguistic ghost town train station...

In the institution’s mind any graphic record in history or of human culture is a potential ephemeron.  Describing them loosely as between...

It is time to move on. The notion of what an ephemeron is, the thing that lasts for only a day – the act, the object, the idea – and...

I watched the proceedings as if they were a dream. But they were a dream. We rose, along with hundreds of other long-forgotten ephemera,...

There is a point I get to , during the process of any project that I am working on, when I am compelled to consider whether what I am...

There is a viewpoint that must be placed on this speculative table, for to ignore its possibility would be a disservice to this...

What one takes from today, how one walks away from it, is the ephemera (the disappearing glance) of their experience.

She waved the back of her hand carelessly toward the old cabinet, slowly, palm slightly opened, as if wafting steam from a cooling cup of...

When our sense of selves recedes, are we ephemeral or just disappeared?