I remember the blurry images emanating from my family’s little black and white Zenith television of the landing on the moon. The moon looked like a cold, dusty, grey desolate, pock-marked, abandoned weigh station. We herald the new moon and fall under its influence with the rising tides and lunacy. I made these images with dust, cardboard, glue, paper, and resin. These may be humble materials but there was nothing humble about landing on the moon that sparked the imagination to greater heights.