Shot this beautifully aged and decrepit wall in some alley here in Chiang Mai. I can’t get enough of this kind of abstract urban art. I don’t “read” in much to what I see. Instead, I just find it interesting when I locate a series of scuff marks, wall cracks, chipped paint and crater holes create a visally compelling composition.
For about a decade, I‘ve developed a deep appreciation for the cross-section where form, function, and fate meet. It’s kind of like a “Duchampian” approach to the beauty of ordinary things, shapes and textures – all easily accessible in our urban environments – that have come to rot, rust and decay in a way that strikes a chord within my soul. Some of what I find ends up as integrated elements or ingredients in my art.