n a t u r e o v e r t o o k e a r l i e r

Isometric landscapes lean toward the viewer. The city grows and grows until it threatens to tip over. Nature has a say in it.

As if we were all urban citizens who could do without it, we try to restrict nature—but the grass pushes up between the tiles. It is there (has always been there), beneath the concrete surface, waiting to emerge. Like wind interfering in the streets, taking over the organized, static life of straight lines. Like a past entering the future.

I love works where nature takes over. In the paintings of Bonnard, in the drawings of Hockney, in the vibration of Pollock’s compositions. In this new series, I portray nature as an overwhelming ornament, pushing itself through the surface like a pill through a blister strip.