Beyond the edge of the world, there’s a space
where emptiness and substance neatly overlap,
where past and future form a continuous,
endless loop. And hovering about, there are signs
no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
~~~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Channeled Scablands near Wenatchee, WA (image courtesy NOAA)

I’m focused now on the notion of creating a sensuous, expressive work of “imaginary geography” to reference the Channeled Scablands. This is the perfect landscape for my upcoming installation, given the subterranean nature of the Method Gallery.  My plan is to finger-loop miles and miles of sisal twine as visual and process-based metaphor for the cycles of nature as an undulating continuum.  I imagine work that will connect viewers to Earth, something that feels grounded, something that will speak of old time, before time began.