How the Hell Do I Steer the Ship is a series that asks: Where do we all fit into this mess? The work brings together both physical and mental movement. A certain wanderlust ignites an ongoing conversation between myself and the landscape, displaying both an appreciation for the strange design of the places we call home and a comment on life’s numbing repetitiveness. The images develop a unique vernacular and dialogue as they highlight and dissect the act of discovering a particular place.
The road connects us in ways that we rarely think about. Cracks. Telephone poles. Bushes. Trees. Wires. More cracks. Sidewalks. Paved lines. Houses. Snow. Branches. Cars. Inflatable ghosts. Cracks. Time. These components of the road reveal an intense energy full of human presence. They connect our existence and shifting perceptions, as our world breaks in different directions.
This project brings together both an uncomfortable and comfortable feeling. It unifies an assortment of closed thoughts in order to form a greater open thought. It tangles and untangles all the junk. It’s an attempt to organize the chaos of our everyday. It’s symbolic of my inability to leave the grocery store without checking every aisle. It takes you around a perimeter: once, twice, or maybe three times, without truly knowing what you’re after.
This project represents a time in my life that I’ll want to remember, but not necessarily one that I will want to return to. So as I push onward, the work doesn’t become nostalgic, but rather expresses a thirst for a deeper understanding of what’s to come.