i was raised in a culture of holy places, of miracles, exorcisms, and dirt & water blessings. it built in me an understanding of the power of landscape to record fragments of the past, both material and spectral.i am fascinated by the idea of a site that holds significance beyond location, and so i search endlessly for the places where streams come together, where strange lights appear in the sky, where rocks are reported to hum, where lives have been created and lost.when I was a child i buried secrets in my backyard, under thick valley soil, overgrown by weeds and wild flowers. there were secret words i would say before i relinquished them into the ground, these boxes of river stones, moss, broken beads, fossils, sticks that looked like animals. i thought i could return to these treasures whenever i needed them but the maps that i drew never led me back.these small photographs are the maps that lead me back to a point of personal history, to buried treasure of experience, though like my maps of childhood, time and distance have made them inaccurate. these are places haunted by recollections; places where i've floated and laughed and bled. they are stand-ins for circumstances to which i can never return and memories altered by recognition.i use these photographs as a platform for catharsis, alteration as deliverance from moments i could just as well move on from. i use mark-making as a meditation, gestural magic to honor a location of personal significance. my attempts to integrate the moments into a concept of present reality.