I end up looking at the ground a lot. I think this happens in a city. San Francisco is beautiful, theres A LOT to look at. It does become overwhelming at times. The walk to work might consist of avoiding gross things on the sidewalk, while simultaneously taking in the beauty of architecture and people. Luckily, I discovered there’s gold in that grossness.
Sweet Cicely 1984
Like most little girls in the 80’s, I dreamed of unicorns, wrote stories about them and drew pictures of them. I reveled in the fantasy, simply, “what if ?!”.. what if there were beautiful, majestic horses with horns running wild somewhere?? Who knew where this would lead, and what I would become…It’s all about the “what if”. Thanks unicorns!
Sweet Cicely pictured with the Vanicorn.
Close up of Sweet Cicely with the Vanicorn, expertly painted by DeAndre Of Airballin, Oakland, CA
For over 18 years, I’ve been taking photos of everyday things that look like unicorns. They began as off the cuff snapshots, and quickly became a mild obsession. Ranging from gross sidewalk debris to the unbelievable, now I can’t stop. They are never staged, always as I’ve discovered them. I see them as the abstract bleeding through the mundane, a reminder of the magic woven into ordinary life. Step into my world, where I see things just a little bit differently…