i am curious about the history (and continuation) of primitive accumulation through enclosure and the inherent violence in the idea of land as property — a defining feature of gardens.
i am thinking about beauty in the face of global warming.
i am moving rocks around and making impressions to capture rainwater while simultaneously feeling my feelings of guilt and pleasure as i drench stubbornly slow shrubs with the hose.
how to convey an idea with a rock next to a cinder block as the sun bounces off the reflective bit of the shed?
trying to gift time to developing questions and thoughts. some drawings. few answers. fleeting satisfaction.
cameras & techniques & printed ephemera & distorted guitars & shades of green. 2024 will be totally new and the same :)