My Right Foot Strikes the Earth over 300 times on the uphill portion of my daily walk: a repetition that aggravates arthritis and jostles misaligned bones just enough to prompt healing and growth. The camera fires at an equal pace, inserting itself into the pause and deliberation that accompany every step. The piece moves slowly, monotonously, and gradually, like me, culminating in something magnificent and mundane.


What does it mean to slow the viewer down, to force consideration for every step? For this process to feel overwhelmingly boring? And in doing so, to place the viewer in my disabled body with its disabled, rehabilitative routine?