Have you ever had an artwork that begins before something so jarring, that it just doesn’t really feel relevant any longer? The more you work and tirelessly pick at it, the more removed you start to feel. I started this piece in late 2019, before everything was uprooted, a world in utter upheaval; while I continued to work on it, I simply no longer felt the same as when I began it, everything (effort, endeavor) started to become hollow. Yet, when sitting with something for months it’s impossible for it not to reflect the climate around it.