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Residence (2016 - present)


The interior western landscape spreads out like a brush fire—exposed. You head toward the shade of a tree, but it is only ash. Shadows are stacked on top of themselves. There is no hiding unless you’re inside a rock. This is an homage to its beauty and to the people consumed by its light.


“So long as the heaven of Thou is spread out over me the winds of causality cower at my heels, and the whirlpool of fate stays its course…No deception penetrates here; here is the cradle of the Real Life.”


-Martin Buber




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Residence (2016 - present)


The interior western landscape spreads out like a brush fire—exposed. You head toward the shade of a tree, but it is only ash. Shadows are stacked on top of themselves. There is no hiding unless you’re inside a rock. This is an homage to its beauty and to the people consumed by its light.


“So long as the heaven of Thou is spread out over me the winds of causality cower at my heels, and the whirlpool of fate stays its course…No deception penetrates here; here is the cradle of the Real Life.”


-Martin Buber




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