There is something deeply disturbing and unnerving to me about derelict ruins or discarded detritus piled up within the environment.  Their presence possesses an ominous, timeless quality that conjures up thoughts of loss, mortality and sheer human frailty: a beautiful, yet toxic environmental catastrophe perhaps, or a constructed site that also connotes destruction and decay. 

Within our lives the inevitability of eternal growth and decay are the embodiment of our own mortality.  It is here, in deaths shadow, where ruins and the process of decay itself have become associated with ontology, sublimity and transformation.  I see my abstract sculptural work in cast glass as ruins; forms that possess a temporal dynamic exposing aspects of the self, cultural disintegration and the fate of human life.  Inspired by a collection of written material, my investigation uncovers aspects of darkness and illumination, the ruin, and the isomorphic connection between the body, architecture and nature.

   We live in a fragile world.  Our lives can be fragile emotionally as well as physically.  Everything that exists, our bodies, our buildings and nature share connectivity – and all will pass away.  Far from the discards of society, what I suggest is that ruins comment on us and on the present.  I am interested in now; our lives and what we leave behind, be it filth, waste, greed, destruction and decay; or hope, renewal and redemption.