Preoccupied with the complexities of deterioration, Ian Stevens draws from his experiences growing up on a small farm in the low mountains of Northern New York State.  His laborious, obsessive relationship with line and texture often create a kind of rural architecture that you might find in the close hollows of rural New England or in the expansive American West.

Ian likes to invent things that were once strong and practical and relied upon but he shows them to you now in an inevitable, contemporary state of neglect.  His structures often tremble at the long tenuous moment before collapse, on the cusp of rot and emptiness, with old windows dark and hollow as the cataractous eyes and missing teeth of an aging farmer surveying his spread.

Hard work and a struggle to identify the beautiful luster of certain decay are attendant themes in Ian’s drawings.  He lends keen attention to fine craft, materials of making (wood, glass, paper and stone), and the pragmatic, utilitarian virtues of the things we build.