A mound of dirt is something special It remembers, thinks, gives Births the vessel, the containable Grows the wheat, hides the salt Brings you to your knees in your grandmother’s garden
Holds, womb of things to be, tomb of things that were
I was digging, digging- The dirt told me Once upon a time, everything was the ocean, And then bore to me a bowl of ancient sea shells- Instructed me to dig a hole, fill it with water, and wait for something to grow.
A Mound of Dirt is Something Special is an exploration of material, form, and storytelling that works to engage with the ways in which our human-based values allow us to interact with nature. As a Western civilization, humans have developed a combative relationship with this planet, holding it’s resources hostile for the sake of capital gain. This body of work aims to combat this kind of parasitism that we have developed with the natural world by connecting elements of a landscape to abstracted and anthropological forms of a container- a vessel.