I live in the woods by the ocean near Mendocino, CA in a forest scarred by fire. The earth rumbles deep beneath my home and the hills are constantly in motion. Much of my time is spent collecting and processing wood for firings, simply meandering my way from task to task, contentedly working with the land. I am trying to reestablish a long-forgotten language and dialogue with forces much greater than myself. I think about the speed at which the world is operating and the technology which is redefining our relationship with time and space. I am human; a brief dent in time, and a part of the matrix of all things living.