Construction sites fascinate me. The orange construction sandbags are used to hold down construction signs. Necessary, temporary, seen, then discarded. Their anthropomorphic forms draw me in every time I pass them by. Some bags seem to be holding on with what little sand is still inside, while others are left on the side of the road, still full, but holding down nothing.
Transforming the bags into copper allows me to see them in a more intimate way, they become stronger, more structural, permanent, but useless. These hollow bags are shells of what they represent, and rather than have a function I focus on their form.