The Saddest Sails Have Set
cotton, thread, lumber, hardware, wind
The Gin House Field, Birdsong, Thomasville, GA
A site-specific installation representing my home-sickness, as projected onto the landscape.
In Pensacola, FL, bridges must be crossed during daily commute and incite a routine scene of open sky, tiny sails, and shifting seas.
The fragile sails act as a small exertion of control over my surroundings and perception.