Kintsugi

I've been photographic organic cracks, fissures and seams for decades -- exploring how they move, assembling them into enormous (>10 foot) photomosaics like satellite imagery. Most recently i've been projecting them on bodies; the juxtaposition changes the meaning of both. Fractals can become wounds. Bodies become sculptures. I've been wrestling with the complicated implications of these--of wounds, of men/women, of wabi sabi and the beauty in imperfection. For me they are all human kintsugi: we are special because of, not in spite of, our imperfections.