I was prompted to make work that references oil spills by my experience with wildfires and my dependency on oil, at a young age. These pieces are as much a self-portrait as a commentary of the environmental implications of people’s reliance on oil.
By the time I turned 11 years old my parents were living 3,000 miles apart. In the seven years I lived in New York, I boarded over 112 flights, amounting to roughly 143,298 miles of travel. The fuel that took me from one home to another never changed, it was oil. Oil provided me with the illusion of closeness.
Whether it is a car or a plane, oil has a way of shortening our perceptions of distance.