Harbour Grass

My beach: an unnatural wonder. An industrial harbour. Freshly-planted dune grass, protected from the wind by snow fencing, to protect the boardwalk from sand.
 
The major attraction of this small town, drawing city-dwellers all summer long. Only place in town with parking meters. Smells like barbecue. Sounds like reggae.
 
My beach? Their beach? Our beach? An unnatural wonder, rimming a wild Great Lake.
 
That lake: neither mine, nor theirs. Not even ours.
 
 
These Bridges & Fences are my exploration into the interplay of the objects we've built with the natural world that holds them.
 
Here, Nature is depicted by loosely-applied, textural, riotous colour. The colour is the first thing: it arrests the attention and makes us want to linger. But the texture is the other thing: it requires that a lot of work be put into painting anything of value atop it. I really had to watch my step.