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We are never our degraded selves.
       
     
We are never our degraded selves.

I take the rust pieces and photograph them as landscapes emulating rebirth and light, transforming an object into an ambiguous sense of space. Narrow openings suggest worldly escapes, while others harken to microscopic structures, playing upon the viewer’s spatial understandings. The work’s fragility parallels the beautifully vulnerable physical state of life.  Corrosion disintegrates even the strongest metal into nothing, similar to plants daintily grasping for their existence. I like to think my family has a longer life span than the metal or a leaf, but even in time, we become one with our surroundings.  

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