Soon I found myself in No-man's land, shrouded in smoky matte-tones of dark mocha, cocoa and gunmetal greys, reminiscent of the clear blue sky…
For those of us who live and work near municipal solid waste landfills, we may be exposed to certain types of air pollutants (landfill gas containing methane, carbon dioxide, hydrogen sulphide and other contaminants including volatile organic compounds, particulate matter and bio aerosols) or to contaminated soil and water. Among the potential health effects related to living near or working in these sites are cancer, and an increased chance of respiratory illnesses. Born of the excessive greed and consumption of mankind, landfills have become barren, hazardous, uninhabitable wastelands, a strange and repulsive place where we bury our human spirits alongside our waste, a landscape hidden particularly from those of privilege, where the landscape’s geography bears the traces of our consumption; waste becomes the written word which is overwritten by decay; natural substances rot alongside discarded plastic packaging and objects of superb design and craftsmanship are readily discarded alongside rancid meat and sanitary products. Trash becomes a barrier that separates the "clean" and "useful" from the "unclean" and "dangerous", and landfills become a visible interface between our everyday consumption and the deeper, often intangible, horrors of the resulting health and ecological crisis.