When I first arrived to grad school I did not have anything resembling a consistent art practice. Faced with two years of time to work, I was paralyzed as to where to begin. I was a bit obsessed with airplanes at the time, so my advising Professor encouraged me to keep following the trail. At the time one could park at the end of the runway at Sea-Tac Airport and when the planes would take off they would fly right over my sunroof. The images begin showing the arenas where planes live - the boundaries, the symbolism of control. When I looked at them closely I saw they become like abstract paintings, and you can see the human variance in the lines that are supposed to be so clear and sharp. The black and white images are shot from the end of the runway at Sea-Tac. They are silver (a metal element) gelatin prints and show my inherent mistrust of these flying metal capsules. Later I am taking airline tickets and corrupting them. I see these as a precursor to glitching but they are also showing the frailty of the information or control contained within. I wouldn’t call these prescient, but all of the images feel more important after the events of 9/11.