(Terra firma)
I became interested in the textural incongruence between plastic and paper trash found in the natural landscape after happening upon voluminous folds of painters plastic billowing in the breeze one evening as I was driving home. As each car rushed by, the plastic heaved and fluttered restlessly, the light playing on its folds as it wrapped itself around grasses.
For the past couple of years, I have mined the relationship between fabricated materials and the natural landscape. I zoom in on the detail and minutiae and deliver it in a panoramic format, further unhinging it from its contextual moorings. The resulting images appear to shed their humble origins and instead reveal an otherworldly or celestial quality, oftentimes anthropomorphic or entomological in character.
