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The ‘Plants in Other Peoples’ Windows’ series shines an unexpected light on a familiar face. I hope you enjoy.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve appreciated the refreshingly peaceful presence of our stationary green friends. Every room I’ve ever lived in has had some form of chloro-filled company. They seem to brighten up the room by providing a grounded link to the soothing outdoors we all enjoy. Placed correctly, they can be employed as clever interior decoration that provides a bright pop with a living touch. Long story short, I’m a big fan of plants…seeing something grow from seed to leaf is a rewarding exercise for me and I always find it fun watching my little pals ebb and flow within their environments. They seemed natural as the subject of a series, but I’d soon come to learn the voice of the series is far from what thought it would be when I first took off my lens cap.
The first few shots made sense. A plant basking in the sun here. A leaf with a cool pattern there. After a while though, a theme started to develop. Through all the smudgy, dust covered windows each plant seemed to sit there with a subtle look of desire. A longing gaze for a world they used to know well but can no longer be apart of. For a few moments during each burst of shots I’d always watch as the wind blew outside, leaving my indoor subject still and starkly isolated. The trees would whisper and the smells of each neighborhood would waft through the air. Each time I was reminded of the world the indoor plants are missing out on. Each pane of glass separated the wild from the domesticated and I soon couldn’t help but feel bad for the plants…and then for us.
Our luxurious indoor palaces are curated down to the last square inch. Even the air we breath is conditioned. Through our large transparent walls we can see into the living real world so much that we conveniently begin to think we’re still an active part of it. Our plants are the final touch, adding to the falsehood. I believe our obsession with packing more and more people into smaller space results in an unhealthy relationship with nature that only leaves us wishing, longing for more. It’s this melancholy form of desire I try to capture here in this series that I hope, or maybe don’t hope, you can relate to.
Open Edition
Largest (36x48" - 91x121cm) $399 ·
Large (20x24" - 50x61cm) $299 ·
Medium (8.5x11" - 21x28cm) $199 ·
Small (5x7" - 13x18cm) $99 ·
Sales Tax Included - Photos are printed on demand and will be shipped either flat or rolled depending on size requirements
Prints will be signed upon their collection at the location request of the collector. Collector may decide location using a checkbox form before checkout.
The ‘Plants in Other Peoples’ Windows’ series shines an unexpected light on a familiar face. I hope you enjoy.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve appreciated the refreshingly peaceful presence of our stationary green friends. Every room I’ve ever lived in has had some form of chloro-filled company. They seem to brighten up the room by providing a grounded link to the soothing outdoors we all enjoy. Placed correctly, they can be employed as clever interior decoration that provides a bright pop with a living touch. Long story short, I’m a big fan of plants…seeing something grow from seed to leaf is a rewarding exercise for me and I always find it fun watching my little pals ebb and flow within their environments. They seemed natural as the subject of a series, but I’d soon come to learn the voice of the series is far from what thought it would be when I first took off my lens cap.
The first few shots made sense. A plant basking in the sun here. A leaf with a cool pattern there. After a while though, a theme started to develop. Through all the smudgy, dust covered windows each plant seemed to sit there with a subtle look of desire. A longing gaze for a world they used to know well but can no longer be apart of. For a few moments during each burst of shots I’d always watch as the wind blew outside, leaving my indoor subject still and starkly isolated. The trees would whisper and the smells of each neighborhood would waft through the air. Each time I was reminded of the world the indoor plants are missing out on. Each pane of glass separated the wild from the domesticated and I soon couldn’t help but feel bad for the plants…and then for us.
Our luxurious indoor palaces are curated down to the last square inch. Even the air we breath is conditioned. Through our large transparent walls we can see into the living real world so much that we conveniently begin to think we’re still an active part of it. Our plants are the final touch, adding to the falsehood. I believe our obsession with packing more and more people into smaller space results in an unhealthy relationship with nature that only leaves us wishing, longing for more. It’s this melancholy form of desire I try to capture here in this series that I hope, or maybe don’t hope, you can relate to.
Open Edition
Largest (36x48" - 91x121cm) $399 ·
Large (20x24" - 50x61cm) $299 ·
Medium (8.5x11" - 21x28cm) $199 ·
Small (5x7" - 13x18cm) $99 ·
Sales Tax Included - Photos are printed on demand and will be shipped either flat or rolled depending on size requirements
Prints will be signed upon their collection at the location request of the collector. Collector may decide location using a checkbox form before checkout.