Messy Studio
This is a photograph of my studio in Red Hook, Brooklyn–because I feel showing just one piece can’t explain it all. In the last couple of years my studio has usually been in disarray. Collected materials, half-finished projects, and tools litter all working surfaces. Though it’s frustrating to always feel like I’m playing a game of hide-and-seek with some items I need, I also feel inspired by the scattering of debris, a mess that’s taken on a life of it’s own, a universe of endless possibilities.
Messy Studio
This is a photograph of my studio in Red Hook, Brooklyn–because I feel showing just one piece can’t explain it all. In the last couple of years my studio has usually been in disarray. Collected materials, half-finished projects, and tools litter all working surfaces. Though it’s frustrating to always feel like I’m playing a game of hide-and-seek with some items I need, I also feel inspired by the scattering of debris, a mess that’s taken on a life of it’s own, a universe of endless possibilities.