On September 11, 2001, I was mounting an exhibit of my photographs in the Junction Art Festival in Toronto at a temporary gallery in the Mr. Television store on Dundas Street West. A store full of TVs. I hung my exhibition and watched the horror unfold as it happened. My exhibition, my photos, suddenly felt pointless, meant nothing.

But the show went on as planned. Time passed and we’ve seen more horrors unfold – a seemingly never-ending stream of carnage and destruction. But life with all its turmoil continues. We may be angry, we may be desolate, but we carry on.

These images are my way of speaking out. I hope my art speaks to you. And while I expect it may disturb, I hope my art also provokes you to help heal our wounded mother earth, and ourselves.