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Deep in the Heart of Southern Oregon
| I collect impermanent materials from nature and the general ambience, meld them with found objects of the machine age to create semi-permanent objects of beauty and danger, which reflect the darkness as well as optimism of these times, and promote contemplation of our place in the world. |
Works include smaller pieces and extend up to architectural sizes.
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The Prairie
...Riding our ribbons of asphalt as they slice their way through the once-vast sea of grasses, most of us seldom have occasion to stop alongside the road and observe the details. At least not by choice. So we mostly see only a blur whizzing by, and beyond that a slower-moving landscape.
When I drive the highways that partition the continent's prairie midlands, different modes of awareness seize the senses. There are times when details are forgotten, the destination foremost in mind; or when neither detail nor destination is relevant, and wild phantoms of the imagination rule the landscape.
The naked grass at the edge of the asphalt provides only a rhythmic backdrop for the raging wars of the mind. The grass hides evidence, in bits and pieces, of our passing. Remnants of our plastic and metal civilization, discarded and forgotten, alight upon the grass, then settle down between the stalks and await the mowers that will suck them up into their mad swirling blades, violently shredding and flinging their remains outward to settle once again between the stalks, down again to the matted earth. |
Tar Beach
| Photo taken at my last NYC residence. The task before leaving New York for my family in Kansas, was to find a place to photograph the barbed-wire loveseat fashioned as an expression of thanks for that special someone. |
Caution - Open Trench
| Thorny tree branches, bicycle tire tube strips, construction site barrier tape, prairie grass, nylon monofilament. One of the first weavings upon my arrival in Oregon in 2000. There had been a final visit to NYC in late 1999; 42nd St. was all torn-up. The XXX theaters were being replaced with shiny new skyscrapers, while construction debris, detritus and confusion were everywhere. I found a strip of 'caution open trench' tape. It seemed an understatement. |
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