There is a belt of cameras and sensors
along the lakeshore that monitor and produce realtime maps of traffic
flow. Several occasions prior to the final action I walk along this
stretch to understand the area. Underneath the freeway I observe
signs that people live, or sometimes sleep there. Originally we
intend to spread the action over two cameras.
However, one of the cameras suddenly
changes positions and begins to point in the direction of the corner
where a homeless man begs for money. He becomes agitated and violent
once he realizes that the camera can see him.
The silence of the webcam single frame
that ij views is contrasted to the amplified and overwhelming sounds
of traffic along the underpass during rush hour. I stand on the
meridian and feel extremely vulnerable and nervous. I take deep
breaths and stare at the camera. I stand there for about 20 minutes
and then slowly move away.