I spent a year wandering aimlessly, mostly Eastward, until I ended up back in Chicago. I circled the globe by way of farm work in rural places, peppered with hostel stops in cities, and one stint as a barista on an ocean side cliff. I learned to create wherever I was at any moment, as I observed humankind from close up and far away at the same time, watched the farm work change with the seasons, and learned to move slowly, with the cycling of the sun the stars and the moon.

Back in my sweet home Chicago for over five years now, this experience has become ingrained in the work that I continue to produce. Living in a city, I strive to keep track of the stars and the moon, and walk to the lake constantly, like a moth to a bright light. I collect rocks, sticks and leaves. I forage bouquets of flowers and consider the whole city to be my garden.

My work attempts to document the eons of time that existed in a specific place, while simultaneously presenting a moment of stillness and presence. My work is my meditation and continues to challenge the speed of my thoughts and my relationship to different materials and methods.