This triptych explores the collision of the periphery. Growing up in Chula Vista, California, Tijuana existed not as a foreign place, separated by a national border, but as a neighboring town. However, the dehumanization of immigrants was smothering and highly visible. On southern California freeways the “Caution” sign with a family running (referenced in this piece) was so commonplace that I became desensitized to seeing it. Once I started deconstructing the politics of transportation and our border, I recalled the sign and was horrified at its ubiquity.

This piece was a grand experiment, focused on the crassness of our vehicular lives. Attempting to cross a street as a pedestrian and exist in spaces that are designed for large, multi-ton boxes whose inhabitants often seem to be texting or focused on the larger risk posed to them (other cars). Encountering tragic and horrifying roadkill, seeing a deer and reconciling with the terror you experience. All of these realities are explored in three panels that allows the the viewer to feel disoriented, nauseous and ill at ease.