Sometimes this project makes me feel like I’m Ricky Fitts from American Beauty. Like I’m chasing around a plastic bag dancing in the wind only I’m not trying to turn it into this big metaphor for something else. Its not some benevolent force its the wind carrying a plastic bag, and it happens to be beautiful. I think this is one of the problem s that I had with art school. I always needed to find a reason to make work. I could never just make something beautiful. There always needed to be some driving force behind the work. Sometimes this was a really great thing, and it would drive me to create fuller work with deeper meaning. Other times it would cripple me because I couldn’t make a narrative fit with an image, or it the final product would just seem contrived. A lot of times it would stop me from making work, because I would just sit there thinking it out. I know I’ve said it before, but this project is just really freeing sometimes. Sometimes its nice to just chase plastic bags.