Evergreen, 2019, salvaged Christmas trees, steel, cable, sprayable rubber, video

Walking through New York City on December 26th is a funny experience. Heaps of Christmas trees are piled on every street, the detritus of houses ready to move on from the holiday. I couldn’t stop thinking about the life cycle of these trees, grown for years to be cut down and decorated for a few days, before being unceremoniously discarded. When I got home, I started visiting the local dump and taking home old Christmas trees. I wanted to memorialize the triviality of their existence and disposal. I recorded myself carefully removing each of their limbs one by one, a sort of surgical dance which started out with the tree dwarfing me, but ended with just an thin, bare trunk in my hands. Then I covered the trunks with black rubber in a (futile) attempt to seal up the trunks, and hung them from a steel support. Now the trunks hang like so many sides of beef jerky, waiting for someone to notice them.

 

Place(holder), 2019, Concrete, ash, roofing cement

In Place(holder), three dead ash trunks have been embedded in a concrete form similar to a jersey wall. It is a tomb, a fence, a weight, a potted plant. I covered the top of the concrete and the bases of the trees in roofing cement as if they were part of a structure that needed to be secured and waterproofed. The piece can only be moved with a pallet jack or forklift.

 

Message Box, 2019, plywood, paint, school desk legs, existing landline phone

While poking around some empty rooms at my school, I found a landline that was still active in an office that hadn’t been used in years. The phone couldn’t call out without a code, which I didn’t have, but it could be reached by the number written on the side of the box. So, I created a container for the phone to no one, and pulled it out into the hallway to advertise it’s presence. Still connected to it’s outlet, the phone can be called at the number below. Maybe someone will answer.

612.625.8507

 

Five and a half minutes, 2019, Pine drywall studs, steel drywall studs, drywall, hickory, pine, butternut, shelf brackets, window, paint

In Five and a half minutes, the layers of an imaginary amalgamated building are smashed together, stacked up on top of each other. Multiple thresholds and windows are lost within the mass of wall. I’m trying to capture the feeling of an old building that is continually being updated, built out, compressed, reinvented and simultaneously forgotten. Five and a half minutes refers to Mark Z Danielewski’s book House of Leaves, in which the phrase is used to describe an infinite hallway within a finite house.