Mary Jones
I make maps about the wilderness of public space. The raw materials come from rambling walks punctuated by stops to draw, write, and take photos. I choose places to move through that are both familiar and strange. The resulting works layer physical geography with memories and images that come to mind from other times and places. Moving across the streetscape, details get piled on in the way that life is lived—in steps, notes, beats, breaths, words, and marks.
These pieces are populated with personas combining what I have seen with what I have imagined about the people I pass when walking, or the former selves I see in old haunts. Walking encounters are all about the tension between private thoughts and public spaces, found things and plans.
Gathered together, these particulars chart the desire to belong in a place.
These pieces are populated with personas combining what I have seen with what I have imagined about the people I pass when walking, or the former selves I see in old haunts. Walking encounters are all about the tension between private thoughts and public spaces, found things and plans.
Gathered together, these particulars chart the desire to belong in a place.