Relative Construct

Slivers of time, of memory, of history, of you and me.

These moments, captured in the weathered disparate pieces, are the bones of the past, precariously held together and ready to topple if not for the structures containing them. What’s the glue that binds, that backbone in which everything hangs?  Revealing what’s hidden just under the surface, I’m interested in the symbiotic relationship between structure and form highlighting the delicate balance between, fragility, tension and a unified whole.