Growing up in Wyoming, I experienced a number of rural playgrounds that transfixed my imagination. When I was young, this junkyard was my source of endless entertainment and creative growth. My days in this Utopia were spent playing tag with my sisters and cousins, writing poems about the machinery, and simply wandering around and discovering interesting objects to sketch.
Looking back, I realize that the time I spent in this place as a child has fueled my artistic views as an adult. I find myself still fascinated by these objects that have been placed in this desert to eventually perish. This place to me is a graveyard full of forgotten and useless things that through their weathering and age are becoming as stunning as the landscape surrounding them.
These derelict machines and abandoned belongings remind me of our ever-changing world, and sense of security. They are lost memories and visions of the past that served as my escape from daily life as a child. Through this painting, and many other works, I have rediscovered that sense of escape and found a desire to preserve these memories and relics before they fall to ruins.