Our experience is supposed to be our most prized possession, its continuity vital to our maintaining coherent identities. We collect, compare, catalog. Patterns emerge. Eventually everything starts resembling something from before. Experience becomes this self-referential thing that enables us to be-in-the-world, but also entraps, precludes new ways of seeing. It becomes both alien and inalienable, penetrating and impenetrable. These patterns were obtained optically from most mundane things: buildings, shadows, trees, clouds... Every image was reproduced four times as a gelatin-silver print and tiled, making patterns of patterns, second derivatives suggesting a higher order and pointing to the idea of self-reference.
