About the work

The last pole stands, a sentinel against the dust, with its cables stretching off to nowhere beyond the frame. It’s like the town’s last breath, exhaled into the dry air. I once knew a place that ended like this, not with a desert, but with a sudden, unkempt field where the road just gave up. The field held the ghost of a baseball diamond, overgrown and forgotten. No one ever talked about why the diamond was there, or why it was left to rot. This pole feels similar, a forgotten marker for a journey that must have continued, but for whom, and where, is anyone’s guess.