The clashbetween the urban environment and the natural world is an underlying theme in this body of work. The struggle to survive in this man-made environment is thecatalyst behind the work. I am currently living in my seventeenth home, eachcontaining memories of conflict and growth. The urban environment has been mylandscape for the past five years, where new buildings juxtapose crumblingbuildings. The American home is often associated with the American Dream, a refuge of comfort, yet chaos and stress permeate still within its walls. It is myfeeling that the physical places we call home decay metaphorically as timeswallows its memory. The sprouting weeds seen through cracked roofs serve as asymbol of regeneration as one drifts from home to home. The concrete, gasguzzling, city sometimes chokes the beauty out of the human spirit. The rooftopgarden I once had was banished by the church below it, literally becomingMilton’s Paradise Lost. Now weeds arethe closest thing I have to the natural wilderness, or as Gerard Manley Hopkinsmight observe, “God’s Grandeur”.