As I climbed this gallery’s spiral staircase to a darkened loft, I was reminded of my early adventures in the attic spaces of my grandfather’s and great uncle’s homes. They were full of treasures to discover and I had permission to forage for items forgotten and disregarded by adults too busy to bother. And what discoveries: glass plate negatives in dust-covered boxes from earlier eras; never-assembled children's model airplanes and boats; Civil War uniforms, swords, medals and flags.

In this exhibition, still images, film-like in their transparency, float in space. I suspend images of machinery, industry, and nature with cables and other found contraptions. These fragments are arranged in a confusing landscape, like troubled memories that do not fade or resolve. And like the attic spaces discovered in my childhood, these curious images are strangely comforting, as if some order has been established in a chaotic world; making sense of it all, temporarily.