Nostalgia

This body of work is a continuing exploration of space/place created with materials that were limited to scraps of cardboard and leftover cans of spray paint. Process is the focus as a means to developing these images of fictional landscapes. For me the irony is how the paintings feel nostalgic, familiar and precious like an old photograph that has been passed down by a lost loved one, yet they are purely fictional spaces on materials meant for the trash.

This then begs some questions:

What is the response here—toward the process, the outcome, or both? Could visual flaws actually be the catalyst for recognition of beauty? How and why does the combination of process and material choice elicit emotional responses of a fictional environment, and can this be replicated without a discernible subject?