Over a period of several weeks I video-taped the jet trails made by the airplanes that passed over my studio. Eventually, I could predict the time and the direction of the oncoming jets. It became apparent that the jets followed frequently traveled pathways and networks across the sky, extensions of the urban geography.

A ribbon of smoke wafts and curls upwards across the screen. It is the smoldering essence of an unseen subject as it is gradually consumed, the mark of transformation from one state into another.