My work makes materially visible the limitations of logic. The deeper the digging, the more exponential reality becomes. The truth is bigger than the brain will ever cognitively understand, it’s limitless.
I start with rock and historic sourced Tuckahoe marble, potently compressed matter. I don’t know where the matter has been or who has held it before me. I trap rock and historic sourced Tuckahoe marble in glass and metal. Logically, the heat of the rock and the marble crack the glass and the heat of the metal crack the rock or marble. However, I have found that this is not always the case. When heated to the same degree, the materials co-habitate. The separation between them is circumstantial, temporary, everything material is temporary. Within something as basic as stone lives a story that is impossible to cognitively know or understand.
I introduce glass to tree, to the oldest tree I know. Glass burns tree, paralyzing its remains. Maybe trees speak a language that humans have gone deaf to.
There may be no answers, nothing concrete to hold onto. But there are patterns; my charge is to distill the patterns in order to reveal new archetypes and, in doing so, crystallize the transience of certainty.