Jerz

Different architectural pieces collaging an imagined history of gestures on the shore of New Jersey.  The clean-cut tree suggests both a specific kind of machine and person that removed it, a simple slice.  A bathroom floor makes me wonder who stood there?  A wall next to it, no longer vertical, having come from anywhere, transported by the sea.  A process went into making all of it, gathering materials, transforming them out of a raw state into a useful one.  Hands placing them with knowledge and purpose, getting paid, and returning to their own homes, in different places.  This whole slice of the beach was handled, touched by different methods of human behavior, and cast out.  The gathering reminds me of O’Neill’s characters aboard the Glencairn.  Washed-up, over used sailors, tired bodies cast to the shore, accepting whatever company may come.