Whether evidence of nature's struggle against a growing asphalt sea or a developer's attempt to prevent a driver's dizzying fear of wide-open spaces, the islands of trees growing in parking lots accumulate in this body of work into discreetly parceled urban forests particularly in a series of graphite and cut drawings on paper. In other pieces, graphite hand cut drawings on mylyar that float directly on the wall, or in laser-etched prints, they appear isolated in solitary moments of focus – the cracks in their cement barriers, the awkwardness of untrimmed growth revealing a hidden pressure on expectations of the neat controlled world of the parking lot.
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