Man-made satellites carry our aspirations into the inky blackness of space. They pier back at us with watchful attention and cast their probing eyes on a seemingly infinite cosmos. Through them we ask “where did we come from?” and “where are we going?”. They form a geometry with us on this Earth that mirrors the perpendicular appeal to “God(s)” that populate our imagination from our earliest recorded histories. I was born in 1957 – shortly before the Soviets launched Sputnik into earth’s orbit. My life’s trajectory parallels that of the satellite industry and these artworks mime my complicated love affair with these bodily objects.