Artist Matthew Weir has a deep sense of nostalgia with an eye toward the far future. He has seen a lot in his thirty years – more or less the same things the rest of us have, of course, but the changing landscape seems to have affected him more than most. The woods behind his childhood home near the Bellarmine campus have been swallowed up by development and, along with them, the clay and wood constructions he created in the mud there as a boy. “I enjoy the abstract form,” he says, “but as far as how I feel about the state of the world and the generations to follow us, I don’t feel there’s much room for abstraction anymore.”








