I’m give pause to everything that surrounds me and everything that becomes seen as cherished or not seen as trashed.

THE GRAVITY OF A NEW LANDSCAPE

 Everything of importance exists at arm’s length—close enough for a conversation that unfolds in what is spoken and what is merely implied.

When I look up, I cannot see to the end of what I see. And what gravity does not anchor falls to the edges of my sight, reminding me that even certainty has weight and uncertainty remains out there.

My work binds to that of the overlooked— the quiet performances we dismiss in the rush forward, in a glance that lingers a second too long and is soon forgotten.

I seek to reveal these moments, to give them a little more seen breath for existence. Really, it’s all theater, in the gravity of making our current landscape.

The sweep of the ground

A King’s Ramsom

Self Made Tower of Babel

The ship of Fools we seek

Crow Creek

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