Life in the Food Court
Echoes in the concrete veins. The artist’s path: a thread pulled through gritty streets, down worn walkways, swallowed by the humming underground. Seeking the pulse in the pavement, the narrative in the neglected.
Emergence into Cityplace. Not a destination, but a node. The food court breathes shallow in the morning quiet. Fluorescent dawn washes over rows of expectant, empty chairs. Geometry of absence. A lone figure, a blur against the branded backdrop.
This captured stillness – this frame of functional solitude in a downtown Winnipeg food court – has so far flickered and scrolled across 88,208 screens. A shared glance at the unglamorous, the interstitial. The art isn’t in the seeking, perhaps, but in the resonance of the found quiet. The vast audience for an empty room, first thing in the morning. A silent, digital hum mirroring the vacant tables.Sources and related content
