This body of sculptures is about the way cities feel to me. Moving in and around the city, I am assaulted by every shape. Grids of windows rise up and expand beyond my peripheral vision. Concrete street lines are drawn askance and swing out of sight. The ground plane shifts at every turn. One vista boasts roads at nine distinct elevations above sea level and each one seems like the ground to the citizens who walk on them. Colors and reflections flash everywhere and travel goes on. Time is also on view, as the city is its own living fossil. Decay and growth eye each other from adjacent lots while entire cities lie beneath the ones that are currently visible. It is overwhelming and sensory perception threatens to fracture into a million glinting shards. Physically, the city could shatter at any moment. What we call home, and by extension civilization, is brittle and disintegrating. But I believe the way we build is self-revelatory, revealing a full spectrum of human desire and intention. I assembled these sculptures from a many tiny bits in order to represent our fleeting, cobbled-together moment of solidity. Through them, I explore human nature and our ongoing relationship with the land we carve, cover, and design.

In Civic Mountain Build, a city is nestled into the base of a small mountain. The inhabitants revere the grandeur of the mountain and seek to mimic, or perhaps to master, it. Their city spreads upward toward the summit, and along the way they augment the forms of the mountain with human-built peaks and ridges, embellishments that improve upon the natural design. A construction project of that magnitude produces much waste, and the refuse can be found in Midden Bank. In this piece, what appears to be a dry riverbed is filled with cast-offs and by-products. Midden is an archeological term, referring to a waste heap that reveals the prior existence of a civilization. Sometimes called a kitchen midden, it is filled with bones and shells, and represents the sustenance of a people. Midden Bank implies that the sustenance of these people was not food, but a great ambition to produce and build, and that they added steadily to this dry riverbed with the devotion of a person who makes regular deposits in a savings account.