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.