The water sits in a container reflecting the sky, the birds, the wind; on its surface there are usually two or three things, like a used cigarette, or a floating ball, or a plastic bag, or a dead moth; it washes the concrete ground and catches the dust; it evaporates itself into the sky, passing by that lilting flag and looking out to those waves that are splashing themselves onto the cliffs; the water thinks, “What a world”, 2019, plastics, organic matter, lamp shades, found fragments from the City of Santa Cruz Resource Recovery Facility, dimensions variable.
The work is made up of fragments, that when viewed together, become a whole. Each collage, sculpture, assemblage has their own properties, each material becomes a word within a word bank, and each piece becomes a sort of phrase; each phrase becomes a viewfinder or frame. Each material/piece/phrase is reliant on the one alongside/next to/touching it, sort of like a game of pick-up-sticks. The pieces touch on thoughts/motifs that arose at Santa Cruz Recycled Art Program's four month residency of picking through the landfill, such as: shadow/light/reflection, land/fill (undergound vs. aboveground), inside/outside, plastic/organic, productivity/waste, consumer/individual, borders/dividers/films.