I live in Connecticut, on what was one of the first organic farms in the United States. Whilst working the land over the past couple of years, I unearthed objects left behind by the numerous generations, which occupied the farm before me. The objects range from the obvious, tools and other farming implements, to the absurd, like a buoy or an enormous plastic dinosaur. Each find reveals some of this territory’s past; it’s a domestic, often intimate story of hard work but also of kids playing around the building, abandoning the toys that are now recovered.

 The years spent buried has given these very mundane objects an archeological type quality, they have become artifacts testifying for a now defunct world. They are marked, damaged and transformed. It’s as if the earth has already started to consume, and destroy them, absorbing in its deep darkness, the man-made like the natural. Occasionally the remains of the animals that used to be kept there emerged. The skulls and bones of ancient herds come back to haunt the photographic series.

 While working on the project, I found forty glass panels. These were to play a crucial role in this work, I later decided to shoot each object behind these muddied panels. This simple process adds a distance between the object and viewer. It functions as a physical manifestation of time, the artifacts seem to have been photographed through the earth from which they come from.