Things Fall Apart

“Things Fall Apart” is a series I began working on in 2008. It is an exploration of the decay of materials in abandoned, built sites. Currently, the series includes images from Iceland at 65N.21W, Namibia at 26S.15E and Lime, Oregon at 44N.116W. Each of these places has been abandoned for approximately 50 years with little or nothing being done to preserve the buildings. Each site is subject to the dramatically different weather conditions specific to it’s location and latitude which contribute to the unique way in which each one disintegrates.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Yeats, 1919