I was trusted with sharp objects from an early age. Fillet knives, fishing hooks, needles, and nails taught me lessons in dexterity and diligence. Having grown up surrounded by hunters, fishermen, fur trappers, and farmers, I take cues from the plants and animals around me to gain an understanding of natural cycles. I hunt, gather, and garden, investigating the strength and fragility of life through photographic, assemblage, and cast metal processes.
The severed tree, empty wasp hive, skinned deer, dried plants, and other forms are charged with symbol and metaphor through the intimate histories we share. The places I’ve called home, people loved and lost, the trees and animals and gardens that have nourished me are all intertwined. The physical and emotional labor of processing these materials allows me to build relationships with the non-human world which are sometimes easier to let go. And in trying to pause and preserve these interactions, I find a comforting reminder of my place in the constant transformation of matter and the incessant urge for life to carry on.