No street art, no documentary photography. Definitely drawn to the beauty of the morbid, the dark, the finite. In its clarity of the technical, though, often the unclarity of the organic is mixed in.
Structures that bear, that no longer held; tools; machines that seem like beings; human and machine — deus ex machina…
Practical sense and purpose in the structure — the opposite of artistic innocence, and yet it has grown a beauty and an aesthetic all its own. Processes, org charts, documentations, diagrams, tables that still carry an organic quality, an inherent, unintended flow.
And so often, simply the absurd visibility of the influence and the consequences that human, market-driven, artificial needs have on the decisions and the lives of other people…
