Lately my work has become more about memory and how I relate to different places. My experiences are clouded in emotions, relationships and growth. I find I can look back to a place I’ve lived and identify the type of person I was then and how I have changed. I can see how my surroundings framed who I was at the time and who I’ve become since. In this way my work is my way of keeping a record. I find that I remember things in landscapes. I remember playing in the ocean waves as a child, the first time I saw snow in New York, rowing on rivers and lakes, seeing a large open sky in Nebraska, and being surrounded by tall trees in Oregon. I create landscapes from objects of memory that relate to my relationship with a certain person. The pattern from a blanket becomes rolling fields or crashing waves. A pile of rocks or crumbling wall near my home gets reconstructed through scale and color into expansive scenes. The term landscape implies one’s specifically perceived view of the world. Anything can transform into landscape if viewed a certain way. It becomes an active way of looking and seeking to understand my relationship with the things I encounter and places I interact with.