Constellations, rocks, and houses co-exist uneasily in a series of box dioramas I made to expand on themes I explore in Coney Night Maze. A small house sits far up on a thrust of rock. Another sits against a dark, gritty, monolithic wall whose metal straps, bolts, bricked-up patches, and other retainers suggest a fragility that threatens the house, even as the blocks of cooled magma recall tectonic plates and enormous, impersonal, ancient forces. Telescopes and cables to communication towers suggest misjudged distances, misplaced connections, and a hunger for deep space.
