Justin Chase Lane’s photographs explore fictional landscapes created in his basement. They explore the Cosmos with refashioned cereal boxes, toothpicks, blankets, light bulbs and other pedestrian stuff.
From the artist:
I do not know whether your memory functions like mine, but, let us say you are staining the deck, it is boring but cathartic, you listen to music. About an hour into staining you are reminded of the fact that EVERY SUMMER you are doing this. EVERY SUMMER it takes three days. EVERY SUMMER the stain gets more expensive and does not last as long. You remember certain qualities from the summer before and the summer before that. You forget about other things and your life seems to revolve around this deck. It seems like you are always staining it in other words. You get years mixed up. You conjure, reinvent the past and get confused in the present. A solipsistic existence, just you and deck staining. The memories of you and the deck form a kind of relationship monologue. A seemingly infinite, ying–yang camaraderie, just you and the damn deck...
Anyway, there I am working the deck having difficulty reliving anything but staining the deck. I try to think about the last time I kissed my girlfriend. I relive job interviews while staining the deck, all the inner–speech we experience all the time, but time swells around this deck–staining–repetitive–act. You do this in the form of a career from age 18 every day, pretty soon, you will wake–up age 50. That is how time seemingly shrinks. It does this for me even. It shrinks for everything except artistic creation...
This boils down to, doing something or things you love. And, enjoy having sex often.