These pieces were made during and after my stay at the Museum of Loss and Renewal residency in the Molise region of Italy. My first few days in Italy were spent in Rome with my family. 

Ink is in the way that I wander. I generously apply a layer of water onto a slick barrier. My mind is thick set with fruit when I then apply the ink itself. I observe as I drop in the first black. If the water application precedes it, it spreads and sows seeds on the page. Ink branches out in its shape and saturation. I want the medium to speak, while the transcription between my brain and the brush remains quiet. The ink is a center of mass - an origin story like the big bang theory or turtle island. The water acts as the basic elements of life; carbon, for its endlessly generative and mutable quality.