The quiet relationships of things have always captured my eye. Walking in the woods witnessing the subtle circulation between light and shadow, tension and release, growth and decay, I found myself drawn to the charismatically alien form of a mushroom against the decomposing architecture of the tree. These forms in the act of exchange, a poetic juxtaposition of death and life simultaneously pursuing their own agenda quite apart from us.
How do I translate and make tangible the wonder and confusion of coming upon these transitory icons of nature? It is an experience that can’t be described with a gesture or in context. It is an experience that revels in the knurled notches of bark neighbouring the refined ripples of a fungus.
The act of making is a powerful way of understanding the intangible. A drawing’s ability to be finished and in process is as fragile as this subterranean relationship between fungus and tree. And as basic as it is, I find hope in that the most unassuming and modest things can still hold mystery and contentment for us.