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During my artist internship in 2025 I spent a lot of time meandering the wetlands behind the school I was attending. On a walk I spotted a coyote skull that had been bleached by the sun. I wanted to work with that idea but found myself wondering what this four legged relative must have seen. What land must they have roamed in search for safety and sustenance to be met with strangers camping in the woods, a major highway packed with loud fast moving cars, or maybe they stayed on one side of the highway, closer to the school property. Many people say there are two things everyone does on this earth, that is to be born, and to die. I find myself often wondering what will be left for the next generation. Will we pass and be lost to time? Forgotten and left to return to the Earth? History has a tendency to rewrite itself depending on the current social climate, we apply morals and expectations to experiences long past. I wanted to capture this moment, when I realized we will return to the Earth and I want to tell so many stories to Ma’Ona. I want a life well lived, because in death we always remember the life before it. Graphite on paper, topographical map of the wetlands. Framed. 26” x 32” x 1”
During my artist internship in 2025 I spent a lot of time meandering the wetlands behind the school I was attending. On a walk I spotted a coyote skull that had been bleached by the sun. I wanted to work with that idea but found myself wondering what this four legged relative must have seen. What land must they have roamed in search for safety and sustenance to be met with strangers camping in the woods, a major highway packed with loud fast moving cars, or maybe they stayed on one side of the highway, closer to the school property. Many people say there are two things everyone does on this earth, that is to be born, and to die. I find myself often wondering what will be left for the next generation. Will we pass and be lost to time? Forgotten and left to return to the Earth? History has a tendency to rewrite itself depending on the current social climate, we apply morals and expectations to experiences long past. I wanted to capture this moment, when I realized we will return to the Earth and I want to tell so many stories to Ma’Ona. I want a life well lived, because in death we always remember the life before it. Graphite on paper, topographical map of the wetlands. Framed. 26” x 32” x 1”