Like little urban snow drifts, broken glass collects in many places.
This series of work takes broken and
shattered glass, collected from the debris of broken windows from places where my life takes me.
Windows broken as a result of people on top of people, huge discrepancies between the rich and the poor. These are not piles of glass that collect in the comfortable “better” areas.
They are the result of difficult lives and are sharp and protruding. They remind me of growths of crystals in the depths of the darkest caves. Symbols of great beauty and value growing where they are least expected.
The titles is the site of the drift.
Urban Drift No 1 – Hunters Point, San Francisco