Photo Essay
Jackson Hole Alignment
Serendipitous Alignment: Collaborations in the
Aftermath of Destruction
July 13, “Garage Days”
After putting the kids to bed, I find a moment of quiet solitude in my detached two-car garage in Jackson Hole, WY. Over time I’ve converted it into a primitive workshop and semi-functioning art studio. The air is finally cool and it’s a welcome feeling. The dog days of summer have slowly overcome winter, reducing it into a haze of evaporating memories.
I scan the area from my antique couch. I’ll often lay down on this small Victorian loveseat to try and relieve the pain in my back after a long session. The floor is filthy. It was once traditional light gray concrete, open and empty. Over years of use and abuse it has collected dirt, sawdust, grease and grime, sticky cottonwood seeds blown in by violent spring thunderstorms, road scum, mouse shit, spiderwebs, and the bodies and blood of a million squashed insects. This debris is barely visible under a vivid color spectrum of paint. It’s 750 square feet of blurry blobs, splashed specks, pools and puddles. Waffle-sole prints walk over each other in various sizes, a trail of expanding circles in the areas where the light is clean and concentrated…