I am completely enamored of the textures and colors of corrosion. I am inexorably drawn to rusty, weathered, worn things. I headed out one afternoon expressly to capture all of these flaky manhole covers I had been seeing around. I think being so close to the ocean, the process of corrosion has been intensified. Painting them seems to have no effect but to add to the depth of texture that occurs as time goes by.
Sometimes I wonder about this attraction to decay…is there something flawed in me that I find this lovely?? There is just something about watching the effects of time and environment and exposure…it fascinates me. Sometimes it's ugly. But many times it's beautiful.