A collection of 16 intaglio prints, the plates were sketched between May and October 2025, and were printed over the months spanning 2025-2026.
Studies of botanical beauties from some of the places I love most, from the Rocky Mountains of Northern New Mexico, Colorado and Wyoming.
The book was hand bound with a cover of hand dyed paper. Dyed with Creosote, Mesquite and Ephedra viridis.
Last night I couldn’t sleep, knowing the forests are going to die in our lifetime.
In the half waking half dreaming of deep night and early morning I can feel the yellow pine needles crunching and poking my bare feet. The softness and comfort of needles against my bare skin is punctuated by the sharp points lovingly biting my flesh. My tiny body occupies the space between giants, and I know that they are speaking beneath me and around me. And I also know that my tears are not enough to keep the forest alive. We need rain. I think we of the desert have always watched the clouds, yearning to decipher their secrets. I rest my cheek on brittle moss.
I inscribe the forms of these plants to know them more closely, to know each curve and fold and the wondrous ways they grow. Each plant perfectly adapted to the place it resides. To know them as closely as I know myself.
