fe2o3 artist statement

To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.
-Paul Valery

When I enter a salvage yard, the compositions that await me are intoxicating. These junk yards are my private sanctuaries. Within their confines, I traipse through a maze of poison ivy, spider webs, tires, tubing, wires and broken glass, careful of where I step. I jump over puddles of mud and oil, and take shallow breaths to avoid inhaling the fumes. Searching obsessively for color, line, and texture in the rusty, old objects that surround me, I desire to reveal hidden beauty, to see potential, and to transform the old into the new. I seek to attach new meaning to the discarded objects. It's a slow, methodical and meditative process, as important to me as the final image.

These sanctuaries are often hidden from public view either by fences, trees, or the isolation of a country road. There resides the abandoned, the obsolete. There is sadness in the discarding, beauty in the deterioration, and joy in the discovery. Everything is not always as it appears. There are life lessons for me here.

When I leave the junkyard, I take with me visual fragments, some smaller than a postage stamp, of old cars, refrigerators and machine parts. I choose not to title the images beyond Fe2O3 (the molecular name for iron oxide/rust). Their interpretation is respectfully left to the viewer.