About the work

There is a kind of humor that only the universe has, a sort of cosmic non-sequitur. It’s not a joke you can tell, or a punchline you can repeat. It’s more like an accidental juxtaposition that, if you happen to catch it, feels entirely intentional. Something to do with the unexpected scale of a misplaced thing, or the utterly wrong context of a familiar object. The way a tiny, bright flag might mark the deepest point of a shipwreck, or a single, pristine daisy might bloom from the precise center of a meteor impact crater. It’s not about irony, or even tragedy, but a different kind of unlikelihood. A sudden, quiet thought that the world is a far stranger place than you’d ever assumed, and that it has an endless capacity for these small, unearned moments of pure, baffling wonder.