While this may seem a bleak and desolate perspective of existence, to me these scenes invoke the opposite emotion. There is something comforting about the knowledge of my own impermanence, a sort of liberation through ephemerality. While i am struck with wonder about the lives these objects or places have lived (who owned them, when and where they were used, where they have been, etc.) i am simultaneously forced to be grateful for the present and reminded that the earth will undoubtedly continue without me.
The images in this series are intended to induce a sense of this ineludible fate. The subject matter is not only deteriorating, but nature is reclaiming it. It is my hope that through this series the viewer will experience a similar sense of suspended self-importance and a connection with the continuity of existence. In time, all we know will fall and from the remnants new life will flourish.




























