Adapted from a line of W.H. Auden’s “In Memory of W.B. Yeats,” Makes Nothing Happen is an ongoing archival project representing the belief that art has no responsibility to biography, morality, or politics—only to itself. This is both its principal feature and flaw. The medium of photography, which turns hobbyists into tyrants, is not incidental. Much of this work deals with the past, but it also imagines a future in which artists expand their ranks and nothing happens in far greater quantity.