The work conveys the idea that human induced destruction of the environment isn't separate from nature, it is a part of it.
If us humans are natural, we are inside the system, a part of it. What we call environmental collapse is more environmental suicide. Not something intentional, something built into the cycle itself, nature turning back on itself through us, growing new life from what is lost.
What began as what was meant to be a comparison of the cyclical patterns found repeating in time, has spiraled into something less stable, something neither here nor there. The work no longer maps these cycles clearly, it instead moves through fragments of them, creation, growth, death, decay, regeneration, without offering resolution. Life and death or not at odds through this work, instead conditions of the same process, indistinguishable by time.
Since I was young there has always been a sense that existence is an anomaly. This idea threw my young brain into a constant cycle of uncomfortable thought, these questions were beyond my age and something that would leave me uneasy. Science extends the explanation outward, religion turns it inward, both in an attempt to contain it, neither closes the gap, that gap is where this work lives, in the unresolved.
The imagery is a dance between the natural cycles of life, showing the viewer that life and death are harmonious, forever in marriage and connected by what occurs in between. There are places where structure breaks down, surfaces erode, and systems fail quietly, but also moments where life comes from what has been lost. Natural and man made environments are resolved by the same treatment of the elements over time, but only one can allow for new life to be born from its corpse. Texture becomes the language of the work, something that can be read but never fully translated.
The work conveys the idea that human induced destruction of the environment isn't separate from nature, it is a part of it. This work is not meant to provide resolution, this work is meant to show that maybe we were never meant to resolve.
In progress.
