Layering microplastic particles, sand, seaweed, small pebbles, broken sea shells, larger plastic parts, all come together in a clear resin wall, reflecting our current state. Our state of existing with garbage. The interwoven connectedness of the vanishing of separateness between waste and resource. Both of these exist. Their state of being does not negate each other. Each element, both man made and natural coexist in our built environments. Currently we ignore this story. We ignore it through our actions of ignorance, but we understand it through our disregard for the unwanted; the gross sewage water, the piled up plastics no one wants to touch, the toxic chemical spills which kill thousands of animals. I often like to think of our global cities as organized landfills. Each item has its proper place. A truck belongs on a street, a couch in a home. If the couch were placed on the street, or parts of the truck placed in the home, it would seem out of character. Perhaps a symbol of trash: the couch on the street is ready to be thrown away; the large tires and broken vehicle parts in the apartment are also ready to go. All of these things, break down into microplastics, or microwaste, or maybe just micro.
~🌇ᑌᑎᗩ ᗪE ᒪᗩᔕ ᗷEᒪᒪᗩᔕ ᑕᑌᗩᒪIᗪᗩᗪEᔕ ᗪE ᒪᗩ ᐯEᖇᗪᗩᗪEᖇᗩ ᗩᗰIᔕTᗩᗪ Eᔕ EᑎTEᑎᗪEᖇ Y ᔕEᖇ EᑎTEᑎᗪIᗪO~🌇