My studio rests upon an industrial wasteland bordered by power lines and railroad tracks. I often walk down the steel path to a spot where solid blocks of bundled bricks and abandoned remnants of construction lay… Overgrown by the fray of sunlit grasses and climbing flowered weeds. I can’t explain the draw to this place. I suppose I find peace that the hardness of the rubble is destined to surrender to natural growth.

Started this new piece today.