TERMINAL DRIFT

TERMINAL DRIFT

A WORLD THAT ONCE KNEW DIRECTION NOW FLOATS WITHOUT AXIS. THE COMPASS SPINS. NOTHING SETTLES. THIS IS A DYSTOPIA OF THE SELF WHERE ORIENTATION COLLAPSES BEFORE STRUCTURE DOES.

AGENT SMITH RISES ABOVE THE CITY LIKE A DISCONNECTED CONSCIENCE. CAST IN BRONZE, BUILT FROM WEIGHT, HE NOW DRIFTS WITHOUT ANCHOR. THE SOLID HAS LOST ITS GROUND.

SMOKE ESCAPES HIS MOUTH IN QUIET AUTOMATION. BELOW, THE CITY IS NOT RUINED. IT IS NUMBED.

PROGRESS CONTINUES. PURPOSE DOES NOT. WE HAVE SIMPLY SURRENDERED THE QUESTION OF WHERE WE ARE GOING.

A COLLISION OF SCULPTURE, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND DIGITAL MANIPULATION. THIS WORK IS CONSTRUCTED FROM ORIGINAL IMAGES OF BRONZE SCULPTURES FROM THE FAMILLIA SERIES, LAYERED WITH PHOTOGRAPHIC ELEMENTS AND REASSEMBLED THROUGH DIGITAL COLLAGE.

THIS DIGITAL ARTWORK CAN BE PRINTED IN ANY OF THE SIZES AVAILABLE IN THE DROP DOWN BOX.