When Nature starts the process of erosion, the security of interior space goes awry.
The cracks in the walls, the debris in corners, protruding bits and crevices, these are the things I look for in moments of quietude. They are the raw material I use to build my models. The fabrications develop over time; a layer of paint on the wall, the charred remains of a small fire, a new coat of spackling mud, or maybe a leaking water pipe. I repeat the process over and over again, distressing the surfaces to present a degraded archetype.
The photographs translate the models into a pictorial illusion of real life-size spaces. The final images focus on what we normally avoid looking at, the residue of human living and the inevitable breakdown of man-made structures. They are the ideal space gone bad.