above are the rocks and the iron studded tree trunk that I used as a tripod to take some of the photos of my previous stack. as I removed my camera from the make-shift stand, I was struck by the beauty of the stones against the texture of the wood and rusted metal. though disparate in their makeup, all of these materials have undergone a process of weathering in the mighty ocean, and this binds them together, visually. people weather, too. few things can resist the force of water, yielding though it may seem.
my current project here at NJIT concerns repurposing an abandoned trash compacting facility; decay and entropy have been on my mind as a result. I have developed a fixation on the nature of decay as something that reveals the hidden life of things, not something that simply ruins the “perfect.” the skeleton has beauty, as does the abandoned ruin and the yellowed page. the processes may not always be beautiful at once, but the end product often shows a reduction to purity or a hidden truth.
here is a hole where once a woodpecker searched for a meal, now worn by the sea and transformed to a sharply textured resting place for a stone that someone thought needed a home. this opportune nestling of one material inside another struck me. somehow, this stone belonged. I wonder whether decay and change will bring me a place to nestle. this rock was once part of a larger stone; what will life whittle from the world to make a space for me? what parts of me will fragmented and smoothed over so that I will fit in the place secured for me?