I grew up in rural Northern New Mexico. In both areas my parents lived, there were old dumps - places where people would take their trash and leave it, tossing it amidst the piñon trees and over cliffs. This was before the designated landfills were opened. I would spend hours combing the rusty, crumbling mounds, walking amongst the cacti and sagebrush. First, the pretty bottles were the treasured find: a friend and I had opened a 'Medicine Shop' out in the oak trees near her house, and we needed receptacles for our potions. Eventually, as time passed, I began to appreciate the subtle patterns presented by the decaying things and found it interesting to catch a glimpse of times of old, examining the choices of products as something of a cross between a sociology and archaeology experiment.
Over the years, I've found several items that I'd hoped to make something out of. Initially, I thought I'd make some 3-dimensional artwork with them, though it became clear to me that a photo series was in order (as I'm focusing on photography, it made sense to use them in a photo project, rather than split my artistic energy and efforts at the time-being). This is an ongoing series, as I am always finding 'new' things to add to it. Here it is, the beginning: Remnants
All the cliché rage...
As promised, a short horror movie I shot back in 2011... I thought I'd lost the footage, until recently digging it up - found footage: all the cliché rage! - so decided it was time to stitch it together into some semblance of a finished project. Family road trip, myself, my dad, my sister, and 4 month old nephew. We had to make frequent stops for the little guy, who wasn't exactly thrilled to be in the car. One stop, we pulled off at an exit in AZ - Sibyl Road. The eerie atmosphere, along with creepy mannequins strategically placed around a seemingly abandoned gas station led to the impromptu creation of this 'masterpiece' ;)
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