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In times of stress I used to hole up in my room and sulk.

I find it much more liberating to be out in the open.

In nature, I am free, and gently encouraged to be curious.

The closer I bring my eyes to the natural world which surrounds me I can distinguish patterns and motifs.

A rock is not just a rock, it is a surface, with layers, and pores, and a center.

A rock can be a canvas. Sometimes a canvas can look a lot like other canvases.

A babbling brook is calming because it is a babbling brook, but it is also a home for life. It is also sustenance, and it is also surface for light to dance off of and create art.

When I look at a creek I try to think of it as more than what it is at face value. Just like how at an art museum the norm is not to look at a painting as oil, pigment, canvas, and wood.

Past the presence of water, sediment, flora and fauna, I am interested in the visual phenomena which is produced by these elements of a the natural world.

My psychological escape to nature is frequented by constantly occurring patterns and my interpretations and reinterpretations of their appearances. The face I might see in the moss on a tree, or the way I process the shapes in moving water indicate and catalog how I am feeling on that given day.

Through process, I can then abstract, darken, or lighten, to specify certain emotions, or to attempt to provoke a response.

Having been previously interested in using image to better understand myself and the world, I turn to nature’s many faces, for the first time methodically, in search of further understanding.