Red Dirt from Oklahoma, Abe’s Walkabout

I don’t have enough space here to tell you the whole story but I need to start with my strange fascination with anything ‘Dust Bowl’. I collect photography from the FSA and love the bare bone aesthetic of black and white sadness and loss. On my friend Abe’s cross country walkabout he dug up some Oklahoman red dirt into a beat up plastic Fanta bottle and carried it home for me. Izzy and I put a small amount into the sand collection and the rest still sits in the Fanta bottle on my desk.