Even though I’ve stopped photographing and counting masks, their numbers still rival water bottles and dog poo bags in city gutters. The one below inched closer to the curb overnight. The title photo features a Lynne Heller Pill Flower Mask.
Medical equipment has been a part of my work since I hauled a tangle of tubes and masks left from my father’s oxygen tanks to graduate school. Masks have popped up in Breathworks (air and breathing), Risky (experiences of a dyslectic croupier) and Tender Loving Stuff (the agency of material objects).