Proposal for a collaboration with Steve McShane. Old safes are scattered about Detroit, broken and smashed, their scrap value out weighed by concrete within their walls. Left behind by failed business they stand as a monument to the collapse of the local economy. Here the safes are hoisted high above the viewer, their open doors sway in the wind. The piece serves as a personal reminder of past business that are no longer with us and drives us forward in our own venture.
Now we just need to wait for the snow to melt, fire up the boom truck and collect some safes.
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