The Museum workers, members of the local United Auto Workers Union, were striking for a living wage. This was the first union membership, and the first strike for most of the workers. There was a sense of power but also powerlessness; a sense of discomfort and awkwardness, and at the same time, a sense of being exactly who each worker is to their core. Every opposite we all embody at some point within each day, was right there enfolded in honesty, on that strip of curbing on a hot and bright and important day.

This series is ongoing in that the photographer has begun to follow up with the first of what it is hoped will be a number of portraits of the individuals involved in the strike, on their own terms, in whatever location is meaningful to them, if they wish to participate in this extension of the project.