The Emerald City

Even as a child I remember being a bit disturbed by the idea of a city made of emeralds. I mean sure it would be beautiful, it would sparkle and fascinate, but it would also be cold and hard and indifferent to the fates of those who lived there. For me the beauty of a gem is the beauty of nature and I suppose that is what I try to capture in this city: it’s state of nature; the immense indifference; the grand inhumanity; the sharp, cold, hard beauty that you find in mountains, in deserts and in oceans. While it seduces you it also makes you feel alone, insecure and exposed. It is an inhuman beauty and I am fascinated to find it in the image of an ideal city.