I employ a hunter-gatherer approach to making, collecting lichens, mosses and other matter from landscapes visited. In doing so I might fool myself momentarily into believing I am one with these government sanctioned natural places. Then I trip and fall, or slide down a steep, rocky incline ungracefully in a bikini, only to quickly jump back up to look around and see if a bear or bird might be looking/laughing with me. Perhaps it is this propensity for the woods to make us feel a fool that drives us to outfit ourselves in spendy “outdoors” costumes. Would a black vinyl Gimp suit also find home on the trailhead? Insect repelling, stealthy and waterproof, why isn’t black vinyl a hiking standard? How many scenic photographs would I need to post to be sure that I’m spending enough time outdoors?
Geo- social boundaries, Green-washing, 1990s Internet aesthetics and commercial dissonance are some of the themes navigated in my work. Large areas of black intend to counteract media exhaustion and operate as zen space. Synthetic materials may be harshly placed against biological matter. These and other tools are signifiers of a Luddite’s struggle to resolve one’s modern role in a Pacific Northwest ecosystem.