After a year of global upheaval, one question is on all our minds: What lies beyond the horizon?
This is a proposal for a defective monument, a remnant void left from the extraction of a century’s worth of the purest marble used to build American monoliths and headstones…and all that remains are two amphitheaters the size of the Metropolitan Opera hidden inside of an anonymous mountain. Possibly, the truest American monument.
What does this space become when I fill the void with sound and play the same song on repeat? A car accident in which no one got hurt? As I drop this sacred stone down the side of a mountain and document it cascading through the air, does the raw visual moment become the new monument of collapse?
As rocks fall through abandoned marble quarries across America, the growls of Earth’s hardened underbelly echo landscapes forgotten—a dance of intense, visual violence—and with this, our perception of its natural murals: caves of stubborn edges, fading through light and sound as monuments turn into memorials.
PHOTOGRAPHY ASSISTANT Tyler Millard