No one knew what happened or how. Although, everyone felt that something was different. There was a new sort of breathing room. Time passed more slowly. Matter, as they knew it had been shaken loose. The stitches holding their realities together, and those of other dimensions, had begun to unravel. People had been awakened in to their own dreams. The diseased neon landscape, however morphed by the disruption, had been reassembled in to a familiar horizon.”

Experiments in fictional theory. This piece is a part of a series that responds to a fictional situation that when simply paraphrased refers to “the earth after it comes apart and matter/objects reassemble themselves to form new but familiar objects”. Sampling my immediate environment, taking them apart and reassembling them in to formal objects.

This series explores construction, programmed deconstruction, tectonics, collage and assemblage as essential elements in the process of making and composition.