Constellations, rocks, and house co-exist uneasily in a series of box dioramas I made to expand on themes I explored in Coney Night Maze. A small house sits far up on a thrust of rock. Another sits against a dark and gritty monolith 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 a hunger for deep space, misjudged distances, and misplaced connections.
