Numerous ideas, commissions, commercial work, and things that might be made larger in the future
I set up and photographed at a vendor booth during the 1st September Surrender fetish conference and workshop, at the Night Hotel in Dallas. As a money-making venture, it was a complete bust, but I did get some interesting images. I think the tintype works amazingly well with many of the materials used in fetish gear- metal, leather, and latex.
I do believe there is further potential here, for a larger project. Perhaps in the future.
When seven years old, on a guided nature tour led by a naturalist, I spotted a semi-rusted can on the side of the trail and asked if we should pick it up and properly throw it away. The guide squatted down and invited me to look more closely. “You might think this can is trash, but it could also make a great home for an insect or small rodent.” I could easily see for myself that the can, half-buried in the dirt, had in some way become a part of the living, growing, changing life of the forest.
The lessons of this experience were profound. Already used to thinking of human life and the natural world as being separate realms in conflict, that naturalist taught me that all human activity is a part of nature, like it or not. It taught me that there is a danger in thinking of nature as a thing humans have the responsibility to “preserve.” It taught me that no matter how important we think we are, at some point, everything glorious thing human beings accomplish will be consumed and broken down. When later introduced to the concept of “entropy”, I recognized immediately what it meant. At some point, to some future species, we will be like dinosaurs.
A pithy bumper sticker I spied many years later expressed the same concept- “Nature Bats Last”.
In the series “Ditch”, I seek out spaces that are solidly within the urban and suburban world, spaces which are “preserved” only in the sense that they are not developed because they are necessary for proper drainage, and prone to flooding. There is no intent to preserve these natural environments for idealistic reasons. And yet, it was precisely in places like this that I played as a child and learned first-hand about lightning bugs, dead turtle shells, catching frogs, and how flowing water always finds a way around your attempts to dam it.
These are the spaces where Nature continues its inevitable processes, unimpeded. Many of them are, in fact, manufactured drainage basins, where the natural streambeds were redirected to better accommodate development. But once completed, Nature infests even the most well-planned system of ditches and culverts. Thought about in this way, the neat rows and houses that often line these drainage ditches are really the temporary part of the landscape. The water, the grass and the trees shall, eventually, overcome. A blade of grass, growing in the cracks of a sidewalk, is a form of rebellion.