LATEST WORK
"Postcards from The Pitch"
A series of stills from the landscape of The Pitch
[Part of my Lucid Landscapes collection]
Home, mortality, temporal distortion, elemental transformation, and human perception
The Pitch. It’s the place where tar is made, deep and dark…unending. The place underneath, where dreams go when swept under the rug. The place where sparks turn to coal for you to write these words with. The place where time oozes and flutters through the curtains flapping in the wind. The place where the end and beginning meet, floating on the lake.
-Media and Methods-
35mm photography
Sumi ink blots
Paper collage
Watercolor painting
Digital collage
Black ink. Fluid as water. The movement and moment of drops falling. Intention subverted by physics; an image appears. Motionless now. Black as Pitch. Seeping slowly towards its inevitable terminus. Combatting the dry stillness of finality. A Red Dove came home this morning, and brought on her beating wings these Postcards from the Pitch.
ONLY A BLUR ON THE HORIZON, FLOATING ACROSS THE LAKE.
The Pitch. It’s the place where tar is made, deep and dark. Unending...
