I’ve wanted to work with humid soil for quite some time. The various notions for the material from which life grows have always intrigued me – from dirt to Mother and everything in between. By contrasting the dark muck with my white dress, I intentionally left room for interpretation, hoping to entice the viewer to explore their own perception.
To find a spot where the soil is still humid enough for my plans.
The screeching brakes of my neglected bike.
Ticks can be negotiated with – but some still won’t comply.