"In residency at the Ox Bow School of Art, much of my time was spent in deep contemplation of the atmosphere and the curvature of the Earth on the surface of Lake Michigan. Napping in a canoe, wondering at the dome of the sky, I liked to imagine with every inhale and exhale, the atmosphere would rise and fall where its breast touched the vastness of interplanetary space, like a bellows. All the amalgamated breathing on the planet, pushing and pulling at the outermost membrane of the sky."
Nantan Meteorite Falling Slowly
Sewing the Surface of the Water