When I packed my car up for GUMO I thought I'd cram in a few of my older pieces so that I could reference them/ introduce my work to the public through them. What I did not account for was the heat. Poor ole Berta is a tank but when it comes to proper chilled air-flow, she's lacking. Unfortunately, a combo of heat and instability in a bumpy car was somewhat deadly to my "Coast to Coast" piece. But this result made me think even more about trash, nature, and decomposition. When I returned back to SB, I immediately glued the pieces back together again, but not before snapping this "in process" photo. I still haven't settled on what I think this broken art means and how it possibly could relate to the grand idea of protecting landscapes from litter but I thought the idea was poetic nonetheless.
