When I was quite small, my Grandparents sold their farm and moved from Cedar Grove to an apartment on Franklin Street in the town of Markham, northeast of Toronto, Canada. I have fond memories of this period in their lives, before their old age caught up with them and before their deaths in 1995 and 1996. One day, I came across several of my Grandma's journals, which my Mom kept stashed away in a box of their belongings. I was especially intrigued by a diary written by my Grandmother when she lived on Franklin Street, probably because it captures how I remember my Grandparents when I was a child.

This discovery eventually materialized itself as the art project called not going anywhere any way. Once a week from April 1 - July 1, 2005, I visited my Grandparents' old neighbourhood armed with simple white posters and packing tape, each poster consisting of the few lines my Grandma jotted down about each day in her journal.