Resonance of Surveillance Capital
Thousands of tiny, raw porcelain pieces each hand-cut, loaded into the kiln and fired. Each then hand painted gold and stacked together to form a frequency pattern reflecting illusions of depth against the glass wall mirror. The accumulation of painted gold structures that form a collective resonance reverberating the reflection of ourselves within the aerial swaths of suburban structures and human patterns — an idea formed in airline window seats, my nose pressed to glass, gazing out at our collective marks and shapes we leave on the earth’s surface below.