My nose inches from the ground, the texture of chalk in my mouth. Movement thathas been frozen in time, like a rabbit’s reaction to a snapping branch. Water that isno longer wet to your touch, while the muck from the morning’s walk still clings tomy boots. Primal knowledge, to need, to see, to feel these things before we go.Visceral experiences like these come to life in my assemblages where highly detailedimages of nature and debris become fragmented landscapes. When making theseassemblages, I am mining my materials for unseen connections to create anexperience with nature that is often unobserved.Experience becomes space in this highly exacting process. A collage is a layering ofexperiences, most of which are felt and not seen in their absence. Images that holdtense conversations, textures that rub shoulders, the weaving composition that holdsthese complexities while also guiding direction. It is a complicated and layeredunderstanding that is reminiscent of lived experience and wormholes in memory torecall where we have been and the things we have seen.Through a dialogue in the epistolary form I become aware of all the subtletiesaround me, which open a new world into ways of looking. This text is presented asancillary to my creative output; it parallels my discoveries and my art makingprocess.