I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818
While awed by the natural splendor of the region’s majestic, parched terrain, I'm particularly drawn to the remnants of human enterprise that lay strewn about like so many forsaken dreams at the intersection of enduring geology, epic skies, and transient human endeavor — including my own.
Water Tank – Lone Pine, CA - 2013
Infrared Exposure – First printed: 2018 Land Artifacts
– Solo Show – Museum of Art & History (MOAH) – Lancaster, CA – 2018
Open Desert – Palm Springs Art Museum – 2016