Sorry I Trashed It. (Floating)
The title Is a reference to the planet and my generation passing on a world covered in trash from every corner of the surface of the earth, to the air we breathe, the water we drink and the depths of the ocean.
Somehow the ocean seems to be a favorite dumping ground for our trash.
Most of what we manufacture, purchase, use and consume is made to be perishable and is wrapped in layers of packaging immediately obsolete, abandoned and blown by the wind into the ocean, floating just under the surface, swept by currents and swell, moving back and forth almost alive like new sea creatures, slowly disintegrating, shredding to microscopic size, spreading, ingested by sea life and circling back to us.
A recent study found that adults between the age of 40 and 50 years of age have up to a spoonful of microplastic in their brain.
But who hasn’t craved an ice cream wrapped in bright cellophane on a hot summer day at the beach or gone back to the beach bar for a second margarita, dutifully asking the bartender to reuse the plastic cup we just brought back, only to wonder later where that empty cup has gone?
I don’t pretend to have a solution or to preach against ice cream or margaritas but only to bring a greater awareness to this situation in the hope that more people join the discussion and help find new solutions.
Most of the images were photographed from just under the surface of the ocean in the Mediterranean and the Caribbean. These images are within a three-part ongoing project contrasting the natural beauty of the ocean and the eerie presence of what we leave behind, above, floating just under the surface and on the sea floor.
