I am 61 years old and, yet, I am "emerging".
I discovered the grace and beauty of my neighbourhood of 40+ years through my camera.
It is a way for me to exorcize my demons . As the dark gives way to light - my voice emerges.
I was born here and have spent my entire adult life living in and around Queen Street West and Kensington Market. I have watched it change and evolve over the years from a vibrant, self contained, counter culture hub of creative activity in almost every field, to a barren corporate entity of sanitized mediocrity where there is no room for individual expression.
When Vogue Magazine ranked it "the 2nd most trendiest neighbourhood in the world" (Sept 2015) and the New York Times stated "despite .. clichés of gentrification, the neighborhood is like no other" (July 2015) the final death knell was rung for the grassroots arts and culture community already scampering to parts unknown for more affordable digs leaving behind scant remnants of a vibrant counter-arts-culture.
It is no surprise that the people who made up the cultural diversity are being elbowed out by developers.
I am trying to capture the essence of what still remains.  I look for the little moments of humanity and treasure them as gems being buried alive by concrete, chrome and steel; buried by "lifestyle" images no one can live up to.
When I travel, I see it as well. I seek out the same vanishing faces and cultures in places like New York City and New Orleans which are all being bulldozed, painted over and appropriated, ironically, to exploit and monetize their own rich cultural heritage.  
I walk the streets. I talk to people. I take pictures and try to create a visual history/memory of the 'now' that is disappearing - individuality at its vanishing point. We are living in a present-day nostalgia where there is no real past and the present is no longer 'present' but is 'under construction' for "The Contemporary Life-Style".
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