Pandora’s Trojan Horse, is a series of paintings and serigraphs that I am working on depicting this magnificent evil beast, prancing along as he cuts a swath of environmental and climate devastation.  There is no corner of the world, no matter how remote, that has not felt the human footprint.

When I was a child I remember all seven of us squeezed into the family car. As we drove over the bridge by the pulp mill, I always gagged, and my eyes watered. It smelled like everyone in the car had simultaneously passed wind. I would always look out the window at the pulp mill, spewing smoke into the air, and dumping effluent into the river. One day I asked my parents, “What is that terrible smell?”

“That,” they replied with a smile, “is the smell of money.”