Drew Waters' work takes us right into a web of questions that touch our way of being in the world and shake the foundations of our social behavior, at least of a relevant part of the world. The series "Contra Costa" questions the control and dominion over the planet filtered through images of an ordinary suburb. The viewer observes a mental sprawl, an anonymous condition that often distinguishes American suburbia. The night vision reduced to black and white dramatizes the details of a miniature landscape that reveals a therapeutic fury over the forces of nature. Perverse geometries, a perfectionist craving, a topiary competition that borders paranoia. Where does all this come from? What thoughts brought us here? What past traumas does the apparent quietness hide? Nature is obedient and subservient to our will and hobbies; is this a true illusion rather than a great enlightenment? Everything turned into goods, from hedges to the workers that cut the grass. Although these plants support our diorama, the human comedy staged on a flowerbed, they don't need us. They were there before and will probably be there after precisely because they don't think like us. They speak together. We talk alone. We think of us as individuals. Plants do not exist as totems on a lawn that resembles a green carpet. They are there because we put them. And they reflect our loneliness. Our survival is restless because it lacks generosity and is forced into fences.