Man-made satellites carry our aspirations into the inky blackness of space.  They peer back at us with watchful attention and cast their probing eyes on a seemingly infinite cosmos.  Through them we ask “where did we come from?” and “where are we going?”.  They form a geometry with us on this Earth that mirrors the perpendicular appeal to “God(s)” that populate our imagination from our earliest recorded histories.  I was born in 1957 – shortly before the Soviets launched Sputnik into earth’s orbit.  My life’s trajectory parallels that of the satellite industry and these artworks mime my complicated love affair with these bodily objects.

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