Portfolio > The Written Image

The industrial landscape, so familiar in this area, repeatedly appears on the dark horizon. Miniature glimmers of an industry in which we all participate. Taken for granted until an accident or tragedy forces us to acknowledge the activity that day and night grinds away in our strange landscape. Text spells out the contradictions we have with these necessary yet potentially dangerous operations. On my nightly commute, its strange beauty always amazes me, twinkling in the distance. Pieces in this group are cone 5 porcelain on vinyl tile.