Snowglobe...at Peter Miller Gallery in Chicago special thanks to Raya Banks and Speck Mellencamp for their priceless assistance on this installation and to Joshua Gotlieb, Scott Isenbarger, Devin Mawdsley, Ben Tinsley and Jen Smerdel click on large image to see full shot
They said it would happen this way. Storms would come. The ground would crack. Ice caps would melt and the oceans would freeze. the air would grow thick and unbreathable. We'd be forced into domes... into glass bubbles where things could live.. where a person could plant and eat and dance and feel almost alive.We have been through so much. We have fought for our lives. Against each other, against our parents, against the entire adult world, against the known and the unknown.. and now this very earth has turned against us. So we have fled here...and there, into so many miniature worlds, where we patch together our memories to make new ones. to invent a history, a tradition, a hope. In some ways things are better .. in some ways things are worse. In these overgrown snow globes the sun is always shining, the grass is neatly cropped; It is perfect but manufactured .. the snow tastes like sugar and the animals are our friends. These adults...they are like our babies.
But there is nothing beyond these walls. Outside, it is all sweeping tornadoes and drifting ash... this can not last forever.. We do our best. We trust each other. We trust our selves .. but when we look up .. we know we can not trust the skies. We have tried hard. Dragged everything.. everything of any value - into this place... there is nothing left for us out there. We are...all in.