While walking through the city of Boston on a cool summer day I came across a sheet of paper caught in the roots of a sidewalk tree. Fluttering there in the breeze, the page appeared to be struggling to escape, so gently I obliged it. Holding it in my hands, I marveled at the visceral crayon marks scrawled across it surface. I held it up to the sun and found more drawings on its reverse side, along with a single word - a name: Nayara. Enchanted by the wild abandon found in Nayara’s drawings, I felt a new sense of childlike wonder and playfulness come over me. I carried that energy forward as I began making the sequence of photographs that comprise this body of work, which is dedicated to Nayara.
