glue

Congealing, blowing, condensing, compressing, accumulating, melting, freezing, dust makes up the universe. We move through, generate, collect, and move with these particles.

The processes are ever changing. Given the right circumstance this dust becomes a star, the soil that we live on, the dirt we sweep and vacuum from one end of the house to another, the dirt we wash from our clothes, the water we drink, and the air we breathe. Wonderful to some, banal and tedious to others, the dust is finite and infinite at the same time. It is the seed of life and of death.

Another on-going body of work feeds this collage work of “dust plates”, paper cutouts of the distant cosmos. To re-glue the cut stars and particles and reconstruct a cosmic universe is to try to recognize a place in the vast expanse of the unknown.