‘We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.’
T.S. Eliot.

For years I have kept an article from an old National Geographic magazine on ancient rock carvings in the Pacific Northwest, on the Olympic Peninsula. The direct marks of these petroglyphs have come to symbolize our visceral connection to early humanity. Vulnerable to the elements, they are worn by time but still discernible, with a hidden language and their own spirit. The processes that I take the work through allow for uncertainty and surprise, and involve being prepared to both leave a mark and to lose everything.