Fragmented encounters
We see fragments of people everywhere. And most of the time we fill these fragments with a story of our own invention, because this is natural to us. Whether it is a picture found on the sidewalk or a man passing us on a deserted street, we are unable to disregard them as simply empty images. I am fascinated by this compulsion to fill any void with substance, with stories of our own making whether we are conscious of the process or not.
