During the spring of 2020, my dear friend Maggie MacCormick came home from India, where she was working on her clothing line, and settled into mandatory self-isolation. After her two weeks, she emerged from her apartment but was still without the physical contact of her friends.
For this collection of photographs—named after a line in Mary Oliver's poem, 'Dogfish'—we went to places close to her home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, where she felt connected to the people she'd been missing. It was at these sites I asked her to imagine them with her, and let me know where around her body she felt their presence. Afterward, she expressed to me what being in those places felt like with the people she had meditated on. The titles of the main group of portraits are fragments of those conversations.