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OC&G is a photographic walk I made on March 26, 2017. This walk begins and ends on the corner of Old Compton Street and Greek Street in London, where a group of young artists from St. Martin’s School of Art gathered in 1967 to undertake the first art walk.

27 photographs from the walk are strategically sequenced. My work testifies to the illusion of truth that is present in a photograph, even when the narrative is disrupted and the landscape inverted, problematizing and questioning our view of both public and private spaces.

OC&G, Crystal plexiglass case with lid
1/8”x7 inch 1/8”x8”x1 inch
White archive gloves tailored by the artist
Leporello – 5 inch x 280 inches – printed on
premium archival photographic paper with pigmented inks
Edition of 5 numbered copies, with 2 additional artist proofs

OC&G. self-published artist book. 
ISBN: 978-0-9736896-1-7
Collection Bibliothèque et Archives Canada & Private collections

Elements from the original OC&G leporello artist book with the 27 photos, walking instructions, and original text by Martha Langford, are reproduced in OC&G Bis.

OC&G Bis. Limited edition of 50 copies, self-published artist book. ISBN: 978-0-9736896-2-4 
Institutional and Private Collections

Moment in a Box & Kirsten’s Chapter + 2. (Moment # 653)

“I usually prefer to walk. But this time I took a cab to go to the address Kerstin had given me. I cannot exactly remember if I rang the doorbell or knocked. However, I do remember, because of the pictures, that when she opened the door she was wearing a tank top and baggy jeans. I noticed a small bird tattooed on her right hip. It was not too big, but I remember it because I do not really like tattoos. This one didn’t seem to bother me. I had never been to Kerstin’s place…”

Moment in a Box & Kirsten’s Chapter + 2 (2004).
Limited edition monograph.
Transparent box, toned silver gelatin print, photos, drawings and text.
Edition of 500, ISBN0-9736896-0-9
5.39” x 7.36” x 1
“She served us tea. A calendar was hanging on a peg board on the wall behind her. The sunlight coming through the window was very crisp; it looked like it had its own texture. Although it was winter, I do not remember it being cold outside. But it must have been very windy because the shadows from the passing clouds looked like they where dancing on Kerstin’s skin to an offbeat tune. Time settled into its own slow pace and moments started to feel like small waves, every now and then lazily washing over the sand. The living room was on the other side of the hallway, up a few steps.”