I am fascinated with the exuberance and perfection that are the forms of nature. I never set out to use these forms, because I always work intuitively, with no set direction,  just working and drawing and letting form emerge as the work progresses.  And yet, I am always led to the same place, to the place where things grow or are weathered or shift and change with wind and light and season.  Seeds hold the promise of forever, roots anchor all that would fly, stones register temperature and record the experience of the land.  I must have much to learn about these things, because I am always here.

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