Flotsam (some jetsam)

My coat pockets and shelves are filled with odd bits and pieces picked up on walks. Pebbles, seed pods, dried leaves, shells, rusty bolts and washers, animal nests, tiny skulls, and the like. I’ve always had a love for beauty found in the things we leave behind, the detritus of both nature and humankind.

There’s a kind of lonely, sad loveliness to these relics that’s irresistible to me. So, part of Flotsam (some jetsam) is directly about that: depictions of objects lost and found, a subject I’ll likely return to again and again for the rest of my life. But this show is also a loose collection of unrelated works created over the past two years, and a reflection of the jarring disruption of the pandemic on every aspect of life, including my creative process. Hence the title, a reference not only to the subject matter of some of the pieces installed here, but to the whole show as a collection of loosely related objects that, ultimately, I leave behind.