The FEAR of the forgotten.
As a kid I always loved the darker side of stories, the mysterious oddities of the unknown and beyond. I understood from the beginning that my imagination could be more powerful than any story could tell. So naturally as I began my explorations in Gary, Indiana I visited the ever so popular Gary Methodist Church, to try and gain some inspiration for the pieces I was going to produce for the FEAR show. I arrived at the church just before dusk to try and get some nice light casting across the dilapidated remains, of what once was a house of worship to a thriving manufacturing economy. But soon that economy would collapse, and the remains of what once was, would become forgotten. As you walk around the town of Gary, it presents itself to you as a desolate, obsolete, and forgotten place. While I roamed the abandoned remains of the city, I couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild with tales of what may have actually happened to the people of Gary.
Walking down the aisle towards the stained glass I thought, what if the people of Gary were abducted? What if they discovered a sacred artifact that opened a portal to another world? What if on one late night, they just all simply vanished into thin air, never to be seen again. Leaving their loved ones behind to discover a greater story to tell then the ones they were living. Most likely none of these scenarios played out the way I saw them in my head, but that didn’t stop me from trying to discover the stories that may lay covered in the fallen remains of what once was Gary, Indiana.