the fleeting nature of existence, the fragility of memories, and the loss of innocence.

capturing impermanence in a structure. how paradoxical?

Within these sculptures are embedded memories Photographs and relics from the past are preserved in concrete, like days at the beach, Christmas celebrations, or even the remnants of my dad's cigarettes.

Each time the sclutpure is cast, it yields a slightly different outcome underscoring the impermanence of things. Even if we followed the same recipe, the result would still vary, emphasizing that no moment can be perfectly replicated, just as memories themselves evolve and transform with each passing day.

concrete, cnc cut foam casting, embedded memories, galvanized steel wire, mound of dirt and flowers