About this piece:
8 panel (including end pages) accordion book with hard covers, house in a box alongside the piece of petrified wood that provided a starting point for this work.
I know well the exhilaration felt in windswept tundra high above the timberline.
The air, though thin, nurtures. In tumultuous skies I find solace.
Now this, this land of petrified wood, cactus, relentless heat,
punctuated by vast tracts of low growing sage –
why so familiar?
Struck dumb by certainty that I belong here;
desperate with yearning.
Oh – to be swallowed up by these vividly painted badlands.
book board, paper, 23 kt gold, acrylic, cherry, petrified wood, thread, oil paint, book cloth