A simple walk in the wilderness both enthralls and terrorizes me. Suddenly, a storm blinds the eyes or crossing iced rivers propels an irreversible slip of bone and muscle. Nature is pain and loneliness. It’s over idealized, violent and always in motion -- pivoting a liminal chaos which we rarely choose to grasp.
My work accepts the rupture: eerie, barren, stressed, shadowed, otherworldly places cultivated by human inspired collapse. A landscape where ice and stone and burn and gravity decapitate our flimsy identities. A place where you can die of thirst or fecundity. And meet your own wandering soul tethered to known and unknown phases of natural beauty and destruction.
There are hefty doses of crushing physical side effects as well.