When I moved to Toronto in 1999, coin operated was my first phone. Apartment hunting and employment services check in. Always carry change. Stay connected. Years on, when the giant mobile phones got smaller, but just as heavy and expensive. The payphone remained. Then came the real change. Small computers in the palm of our hands that dared to call itself a phone. The payphone suffered. Neglected. Pushed into near extinction. The nostalgia was so powerful. The less there were, the more I saw them. Eventually, I painted them.