The dense, tessellated, mangled shapes caught my eye. Is it consumerism, waste, and the life cycle of manufactured objects I see, or is it about passing styles? Was each one of these someone’s panache? Are they now just pieces of people’s flair that once conveyed personality? Each car was once a reflection of a unique individual, a piece of their essence forever imprinted on a metal canvas now merged with others, one on top of another.

Archival Pigment on Cotton Paper