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.

bosque (right)
bosque (right)
bosque (left)
bosque (left)
the deeps, not so deep
the deeps, not so deep
the letting go
the letting go
the desert can't heal you
the desert can't heal you
behind me the road is the color of blood
behind me the road is the color of blood
blood between the rocks
blood between the rocks
open to secrets
open to secrets
foxgrounds
foxgrounds
from one to the other
from one to the other
holy sounds
holy sounds
how to overcome the fear of jumping
how to overcome the fear of jumping
last days here
last days here
learning to sail
learning to sail
many small tears
many small tears
mistakenly told secrets
mistakenly told secrets
night hikes
night hikes
secret late
secret late
the proposal of an angry captain
the proposal of an angry captain
if rivers converge
if rivers converge
sacred mounds
sacred mounds
soft in the rain
soft in the rain
the specific location of departure
the specific location of departure
stand-in
stand-in
stand-in 2
stand-in 2
the coldest jump
the coldest jump
the last hayride
the last hayride
the place where the fairies live
the place where the fairies live
too hard to overcome
too hard to overcome
trajectory of missing
trajectory of missing
virtue like a pile of bricks
virtue like a pile of bricks
we almost got lost in the hills
we almost got lost in the hills
we saw an owl up close and I thought I could love you
we saw an owl up close and I thought I could love you
your best ideas
your best ideas

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