This work presents the illusion of a beautiful disaster of a cast paper tree crashing through this wallpapered wall, bringing drywall, furniture, and lighting fixtures down with it - the aftermath of some catastrophic weather event. and you did not even know enough to be sorry regards our fleeting sense of safety and loss within these ‘unprecedented times.’ This scene of floral damask wallpaper and paper furniture are made to be a tragic spectacle through cast storm debris and deliberate deconstruction. When thinking about the sense of security that is associated with a home, we are far too often reminded of how delicate and fragile these structures can be.  Yet our culture is slow to admit the frequency that the exterior world infiltrates our perfect spaces in ways that can be as small as an ant or as large as a 13’ tree limb.

The title is a line in Mary Oliver’s poem From the Book of Time.