Step on a crack Pam Patterson

As a phenomenological researcher and artist, I often exploit my current state, history, and abilities to uncover capricious forms to express and communicate. This requires a search for certain qualities: liminality, uncertainty, and unpredictability – all conditions that capture my apprehension of/in this anthropogenic era. I enter into a state of indecisive suspension and attempt to occupy in-between spaces and produce fluctuating, almost imperceptible, imagery. I now note how objects I can no longer hold or use, fade into the background. Losing substance, they become but shadows. Alternatively, living-in-the-city sights and sounds such as cracked pavement, thrumming vehicles, and swirling multi-coloured unreadable signs have become foregrounded. I live beside a cemetery, away from my country community, still trapped by pandemic uncertainty. As my vision fades, I attempt to define borders and edges. Boundaries – physical, emotional, and personal – elude me as do certainties concerning my personal safety and in(ter)dependence.