Forgotten Faces in Forgotten Places; Vancouver East End
When I was a little girl, my mother would instruct me to roll up the windows when we drove through the downtown east end. Naturally, I found this very exciting, as if we were driving though some sort of human safari.
As I got older, however, the place filled me with both dread and a deep sense of lose. Streets so full of people, yet so devout of life.
Even now, as I weave my way through the maze of bodies on my daily route to the studio, I do my best not to make too much eye contact. Human nature is that of response. We are but a few neurons of separation from each other; only a few degrees away from each other’s misery.
I look away because I don’t want the sadness to settle too long.