acrylic paint and transferred photocopies on canvas

2004

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Little we see in Nature that is ours.

-Wordsworth

Inhaling air poisoned by our careless lifestyles. Living in an overpopulated world organized by bar codes. A scoop of melting ice-cream, a marble thoughtlessly filliped, a gyroscope precariously balanced – our planet. Pink filigree—party ribbons or strangling vines? Connecting or consuming? Amorous cranes, their habitat threatened remained undeterred in their courtship.