Tim Anderson

Knotweed

Knotweed swallows the roadsides and wooded areas between the neighborhoods where my mother, sister, and I moved at the beginning of my adolescence. Thick, dense patches of weeds shoulder out and cover any other vegetation. Its roots stretch so deep; attempts to remove them are proven futile.

This work stems from a series of unrelated homicides, which occurred in these neighborhoods during the same period in my adolescence. Though over the years the physicality of the crimes has diminished and fallen to the periphery, the connection they share with each scene will always be deeply rooted.