I went out again the other day. As I hiked it occurred to me that I've been attacking the same body of work for over a year now. I've never found anything that gave me the drive to do that before. Then again, I've never had the luxury either. It made me wonder what's been going on. All I know is that it's become an overpowering urge to get out, explore, and experiment. There are no computers, no music, no phones. Just listening to the wind and feeling the rock. I don't have a plan or a spot picked when I go out the door, so whatever happens is a unique experience that day. My chosen materials come directly from the Earth itself and I've started to understand that somehow the geometric line work is the energy that is reverberating between me and the rock. I choose places off the beaten path which means I work alone and it's unlikely that anyone will ever see what I've done before the rain and snow wash it away. In my professional career it's vital to create something that people will buy so there is a feeling of utter relief and power that comes with knowing the work is temporary. No seasonal fads, no sales figures, no brand identity, no one but myself to satisfy. No one will buy this, no one will consume this, because no one can own this. These pieces arise from a deep rooted need to create and connect with the places I want to spend time. The process is the payoff.
