I grew up without traffic lights. Without traffic in fact. Without any buildings higher than 2 stories. Elevators were an unknown concept, let alone skyscrapers and ‘peak hour.’ I knew intricately the sounds of wind within different trees, but nothing of the sounds of airports and crowded streets. I’ve grown to love the initial buzz of a city, but I quickly begin to yearn for the comforting breath of the wild places.
In the series “Urban Multiplication,” I express the effect a city has on me personally, an ampli cation of chaos and discovery, and an assault to the senses.
But what are the more pervasive effects of urbanisation? Where is the line of balance when these metropolises begin to encroach on my beloved wild? Who lives in the shadows of the bright lights?