“Somnambulant”
Graphite on paper, 22″ x 22″, 2013
During the regular course of taking my child to school and running errands, I drove 605 miles last week. It seemed like an inordinate amount of time and miles for what I was accomplishing. I was beginning to feel as if my car was another appendage, an interstate mobility prosthesis that gave me not only super-human strength and ability, but was beginning to alter the spots where it contacted my body. I feel as if my body might actually begin to resemble a car seat, if it weren’t for the trips I’ve been taking to the gym, which I drive to.
There are many things our technologies promise, mostly making our lives easier in some significant way, but we seldom examine what we give up for that promise.
KARA HAMMOND: OPEN STUDIO 
May 24, 2014 at 4:29 pm
That’s a great picture. I spend all day every day in my car and can sometimes feel my body screaming for exercise and my mind aching to have some space around it instead of being in a metal box. A nice run on an evening now and again does the trick.