Notes
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The Art Gallery of Ontario retrospective traces Andy Warhol’s journey from a working-class immigrant family through commercial illustration, the Factory, and the imagery of Pop, revealing the identity, desire, and anxiety behind his fame.
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After businesses reopened, I returned to Toronto’s malls to observe how retail spaces were cautiously resuming everyday life through discounts, foot traffic, window displays, and pandemic precautions.
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A day spent walking and photographing—from downtown landmarks and morning runners to streetside benches—captures life returning to Toronto’s public spaces during the pandemic.
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A chance encounter with the quiet remnants of a school’s graduation celebrations—an empty campus, colourful decorations, and traces of ceremony from an extraordinary year—evokes the youthful farewells that could not unfold as usual.
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An eight-kilometre walk around Orangeville’s Island Lake, where shoreline, woodland, and seasonal scenery meet on a trail suited to hiking, cycling, and cross-country skiing.
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A vaguely worded request during a business trip unexpectedly turned into ninety-nine roses delivered home—and inspired a colleague to send the same anniversary gift, leaving behind a warm and funny family memory.
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After missing the autumn leaves in the woods, I went looking for vivid colour in a hotel, Halloween decorations, and the town of Orillia—turning a rain-soaked disappointment into a journey through a man-made autumn.
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Continuing this oral history of the pandemic, a second set of eight unedited recordings captures the experiences, anxieties, and reflections of people from different professions and family circumstances—a polyphonic record of an extraordinary time.
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The first eight recordings collected for the FACE2020 pandemic photography exhibition, preserved here in full so that healthcare workers and ordinary residents can describe, in their own unedited words, the uncertainty of the early lockdown and how they responded.
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Across the Greater Toronto Area, I photographed children’s playgrounds cordoned off with yellow tape—their bright, deserted structures recording how abruptly the pandemic drained neighbourhoods of their usual noise and joy.
