Older images, collected bytedust on a hard drive for a bit.
Were the images also flattened by the latency of existence as data, as real potential?
Can something be nothing but potential without the intrusion of langlanduage?
Sometimes, the work is seeking out those spaces where the past/present is in the act of coming-to-being. We seem to spend so much time chastising ourselves as the culture that will bring on the end of the world. But if you sit down and think about it, has the planet ever been at rest? Heck, there was a time that most of the Earth’s surface was molten rock, sulphur pits and unpleasantly warm surfaces everywhere else. We are certainly changing things, but they are also changing us. It is simply a question of waiting it out to see which gene pool ends up being able to thrive.