Into these ocean landscapes I’ve painted a large botanic contraption, and in some regards, it’s the last remaining planetary or mechanical system that floats above the earth, abandoned and silent. It’s just out of reach of the humans who are left, floating on a log, where it seems that something might occur, or has already occurred, and now the consequence is being played out, and like the loop of a scene from a movie these people are set to repeat the narrative assigned to them, forever adrift in the world's vastness.
“California Dreamin'”
“An everyman's flight from distraction”
“rich time, cash poor”
“ok, short straw goes back for the diapers”
“I didn't know you meant now”
“Reading the Eternities”
“drive from Phillies up under a mantle of neutron stars”
“acts of volition”
