
In a working class quarter by the textile factories, I saw an endearing shrine on a raised platform, festooned with humble offerings left by neighbors. Around its base, the ground was clotted with the evidence of higher civilization, bits of plastic, thousands of blue and pink shopping sacks gathered by the wind. —William Greider
Invisible Hands follows the flow of oil, through a terrain afflicted by the overwhelming production and consumption of superfluous goods. At the end of this viscous river, one finds in our invisible hands, a planet littered with petroleum by-products, the ubiquitous plastics our world is awash with.
Archival Inkjet Print, 4 x 4"