Plane cloud

model plane photographed on blue paper, foam cloud.

from the flight series

Looking out of the city through the gaps made by the streets, up in the sky appear small planes. Shiny metal planes hover over our heads. The rumble is heard often without seeing and mostly blends in with the traffic and hum of the city. The wind distorts the sound and this adds to the strange uncanny sight and experience seeing the plane gently hover and float. At some angles it’s hard to tell if it’s moving. These interactions prod the everyday but never break it.
The models made or arranged in my house also represent the escapism found through television, books and screens as we day dream. Getting on a plane and flying to another place offers us freedom and a search for a better existence.