I have always felt a little off-balance and untethered, like the ground is falling or a breeze could pick me up. I struggle to attend to my home and family. I am overwhelmed, jumpy. The world is moving faster than I am. Perhaps we should give more weight to our actions, no matter how small? The whole of our lives is built of innumerable events, one succeeding another, obtusely influencing the next. In a world full of unknowns, change and impermanence are our only certainties. If I could come to terms with this, would my fear subside?

I communicate the dilemma of being through landscape. I bring my insides to bear on the outside, and trepidation colors the scene. The atmosphere in the images is like that of an eclipse of a summer storm. Flora becomes luminous, bulbous, and feathery in the waning light. While building these other worlds, a sense of my own impermanence in a mysterious universe pushes against a broader context and I am free, expansive. I wander on through a great forest without any thought of return.