The Farm

For nearly twenty years I have been making pictures of my in-laws’ family farm near San Angelo, where they grow cotton and maize. Once the frontier edge of the American West, the region now serves as the starting point for a globalized cotton chain. Each fall, millions of pounds of genetically modified cotton is harvested in West Texas, most of which is shipped 7,000 miles away on cargo ships to China for milling and production.

Though the pictures are not solely about cotton and global economics, but also about the land itself as a site for contemplation of our relationship to the Earth. The land here is bleak and barren, parched and rocky. Passing summer storms do little to quench the depleting aquifer. Because of this, there are generally few people and it is quiet and slow. To reference philosopher John O'Donohue this kind of place “...recalls you into a mindful mode of stillness, solitude, and silence, where you can truly receive time.”