As the smoke clears the place where we stand has begun to evanesce, the inconvenient shore now in full retreat from the blast.
For the ringing in our ears we can no longer hear the words of greeting that we thought we had heard, and by and by we are no longer sure if what had happened, happened.
This work derives from a series of walks around a small area of land along the Seekonk River in Providence. This patch of ground is unremarkable save for the legend accrued to it that it is the spot where Roger Williams first landed and thus began Rhode Island. Altered, shaped and filled with the eroding remains of other unremarkable places this site reveals trace stories and exposes an ambivalence to time and history.