The new series “Trash Flowers” are works made exclusively from various plastics harvested from dumpsters in Russia
and America. Shanabrook, a longtime garbage surfer, brings us the traditional floral motif constructed entirely from used plastic. The very detritus of civilized society that is
harassing Mother Nature to its core is herein the building blocks from which these simple yet eloquent flowers spring forth.
Artificial flower parts are the most common element, along with household plastic containers and PVC board for the backgrounds. The background pieces came from a printing
shop’s dumpster as cut-offs, which the artist lets dictate the size and the shape of the works in this series. In this way, he allows the original found object to transcend its new story.
The other material used is the plastic details from silk flowers after he stripped away all the silk. The actual flowers we see are, for the most part, imaginary constructs of the artist, making the plant from an array of plastic bits and flower parts from different types of plants. Once the elements are in place, Shanabrook uses his recipe for warming different kinds of plastic, which he has developed over the last twenty years. After the melting and pressing
process, the artist continues to add, subtract, and repress continuously, as a painter would do with paint on canvas.
Stephen Shanabrook is an American artist, and an alumnus of the Ateliers. He has lived in The Netherlands and Russia for years but is now based in New York City. His work is a
sculptural actualization of a life experience with the body and its shadow ever present within a precarious world. The work reflects a chaotic path in materials and processes,
which throws back to his movements through contrasting cultures. The foremost idea of material for Stephen Shanabrook has always been the found object. Made out of chocolate, cotton candy, drug hubris, or found plastic, his
sculptures are about the process of manipulating a given material and treating it as a temporary guest in the artist’s hands. Adding the further story to a found object comes a realization that the body and its growing self are also found objects given to us briefly to write upon our chronicle.