These are ongoing notes from the work.
Small studies, fragments, and observations,
made through paying attention to landscape, weather
and the subtle shifts within experience.
These are ongoing notes from the work.
Small studies, fragments, and observations,
made through paying attention to landscape, weather
and the subtle shifts within experience.
The field has settled
It arrives
before it can be named
There is always something that stays.
There is a place where things begin to blur.
This way of working has not always looked like this.
When something begins to return
At first, it is almost nothing.
There is a moment when something begins to ease.
Sometimes the field is not something we choose.
A plant does not decide how it grows.
There was a time I thought I was a weed.