Project — 13 Pieces
Heavy Industry Co works where language and landscape collide, where commercial promise meets American silence, and the largest gestures turn out to be the same shape as the smallest losses.
The catalog moves in four acts. It begins at the scale of mountains and sky, where civic and commercial language arrives uninvited into spaces too vast to argue back. It descends into structure, into the concrete promises made by institutions and never kept. A single work stands alone between the second and third acts, refusing company. The catalog then turns inward, toward the personal collapse that runs parallel to the public one, before arriving at its quietest and coldest conclusion, where even the names we gave things stop being reliable.
Thirteen works. Four acts. One continuous argument made without raising its voice.
Word art. American vernacular.
Archival inkjet on Hahnemühle Photo Rag 308gsm, mounted on black aluminum dibond.
Project — 6 Pieces
Thirty years in the auto parts industry taught the language before the art did. Exploded diagrams, bills of materials, item numbers, quantities, everything accounted for on paper. That world runs on the same document format it runs on promises: advancement dangled just out of reach, performance tied to a review cycle that moved every time you got close to it, loyalty repaid with a title change and nothing behind it. A relationship ran alongside it on the same timeline, the same fuel, and came apart the same way. Two systems, one language, both insisting everything was accounted for. Someone else is still standing inside that language now. I'm not.
An exploded diagram takes something whole and detonates it outward, every part suspended mid-blast, frozen just before it would either reassemble or scatter for good. That's the only honest way left to depict any of it. Not a wound. Not a eulogy. A controlled explosion, documented with the same cold precision that industry used to sell me on everything it never delivered. This series takes that format and points it back at what it's owed. What looks like documentation is closer to a settling of accounts, filed the only way that world ever taught me to file anything: cleanly, without comment, and for the last time.
