This series explores the vast interiors of 135’ silos at a working cement storage and distribution terminal in Northern California: stark, silent spaces that feel untouched by time, by people, by narrative.

I am captivated by this quiet world of shadows, dim light, unfamiliar machinery, and discarded equipment. It is a landscape of the mysterious, where pneumatic conveyors, cement pumps, and silo hoppers take on a presence and personality of their own. There is a beauty to this equipment that belies its industrial function and lends an unexpected intimacy to these spaces.

I embark on a journey inward, both literal and symbolic, from an anonymous, industrial space into a realm of layered meanings where machinery and equipment are disconnected from their utilitarian roles and reimagined as aesthetic objects. Their true function becomes illusive, stripped of context and meaning.

This project reveals a world filled with contradiction and ambiguity. Quiet and still, it is a fantastical place where machines animate the space, not people. In a space where we expect to see workers, their absence feels unsettling. Machines have replaced the workers as the protagonists. Shadows create a sense of foreboding. Themes of loneliness and isolation echo through these spaces. It is a place out of time, where the past is present and the present is uncertain.