John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
The book Green Mansions, long ago read to me as a bedtime story, spoke of the forest as a kind of a natural and sacred cathedral. Raised without religion, I have come to interpret the phrase somewhat literally - forests are the mansions of the earth, a refuge where souls have a place. From 2008-2011, I sought the forested places from the jungles of Peru, to desiccated swamps in Georgia, to scarred forests of New Mexico. Though I explored landscapes as tangled as my own insides, they asserted their own structure and beauty. These images are the result of an attempt to navigate through grief as though through a physical space.