To hold all the hopeful tears and dreams of healthy rivers.
Created at Brush Creek Ranch, Saratoga, Wyoming, late autumn of 2015.

In the manner of the echo chamber: A note on process…

The secret to the Motown sound is the echo chamber. The soul clap’s reverb sound is the result of recording in the basement, wiring it to a vaulted ceiling in the roof, and re-recording it.

This is how I work with landscape. I record landscapes, and send them into variegated shapes on interior architectural spaces. This is much in the same way that we can record a memory in a photograph, put it into our back pocket, and pull it out 20 years later, and it appears completely different, or, record a clap, send it to the ceiling through a speaker, and re-record it’s richness and all the nostalgia that it took along with itself through copper wires. The net experience is akin to episodic memory.

I hope that these works question the absolute and the relative moment- what is projecting, and what is being projected. Beyond this didactic narrative, a moment of suspension is what peeks my highest curiosities. At once flat and holographic, these particular works consult mountains as three dimensional chunks, and ancient oceans as potential immersions.