For thousands of years of recorded history, and likely millions of unrecorded years, humans have longed to fly, perhaps as manifestation of our innate desires to transcend our boundaries. For an equal amount of time, minus just over a century, that longing was completely unfulfillable. Now what was once restricted to the realm of myths, is now so commonplace that it no longer feels miraculous. Crossing continents in a five-hundred ton metal craft, at 700 miles per hour, miles above the earth, rarely elicits much of a reaction. I want to re-awaken the gratitude, wonder, and sense of accomplishment that might accompany doing something that thousands of generations have only dreamed of doing.

That dream has also become our nightmare, an all too real embodiment of the horsemen-of-the-apocalypse. Their weapons are a threat to entire civilizations, but one needn’t look that far. Their speed, volume, temperature, and power subject the human body to forces that would decimate it without proper protection. They ought to be our very definition of terror, and yet we celebrate them in airshows, museums, and roadside monuments. 

These images seek to reveal the latent symbolism in aircraft, or perhaps, re-ascribe to them that which we subconsciously know. The askew and cropped framing of the aircraft are meant to both create a sense of unease as they hang unbalanced and yet call attention to the beauty of their design.