in cities, buildings, living rooms, makind has constructed a world for itself.
carefully inserted in between are shrubs, lawns and trees, elements of nature, neatly places as a pleasant visual counterbalance, a faint reminder of our origins.
it's become easy to forget that nature is an ecosystem, a living, breathing world - in truth, the only reality. and this reality is within us always, wheter we accept it or not. psychologically, we respond, wheter in the forest, desert or ocean. therein lies our deepest connection with ourselves.
deprived long enough, we inevitably forget the real thing; when confronted, we consider it annoying, unnerving, alien. and if we do not, if we sense the manufactured as inauthentic, we are placed in opposition to this society. and so this remaining thread of feeling, of kinship for nature, can unravel into a nightmare. individually we can escape; collectively our fates are interwined with every calamity borne of our making and from nature's recoil.
there is a simple, clean beauty in free-market capitalism. in this idealistic view of human beings as wonderfully rational and capable actors there is a spark of the energy of what is possible. my work is an examination of the results of this ideology, how a 'freedom to be an economic actor' is a façade for 'freedom from providing services.'
looking deeper, this idealism laid bare is dangerously dishonest; this dream played out is a free petri dish for the greater city. maybe it will play out well, and the elite will gain a new member. if it doesn't work out, it didn't cost a thing. the remains settle back to the barren earth, the dreams and efforts absorbed and digested.
this series of photographs was taken in the pueblos jovenes, or young town of lima, peru, in september 2008.