I love the experience of walking in the forests near my home, never sure of what lies in the shadows in the distance or the dark spaces between the trees. I’ve often wondered if the mystery suggested in these dark spaces and unknown depths is a significant part of what draws us to the natural world.
For a long time I had wanted to create objects that would tell the story of this experience, but did not know where to start. Then one night, I was sitting in a darkened room absorbed by the way in which flames from my fireplace illuminated the loosely stacked kindling beside the hearth. The ends of each stick of kindling glowed in the light while the spaces between the sticks remained dark and seemingly impenetrable.