If a place can serve as muse, the garden is one of mine. That thriving jungle patch out back is what seeded my imagination, where magic first grew. Despite the surrounding fences made of wood, iron, and wire, I felt no bounds. I learned what it was to have a world of my own. With the inevitable end of childhood, I felt I had lost access to this special place, and when I discovered its destruction, there grew an irresistible desire to rebuild it. In order to bring the pieces back together, my adult imagination fills in the gaps like mortar between old bricks. I have combined new and old photographs, drawings, video stills, sculpture, and journal excerpts into a multi-faceted portrait of place. The garden no longer exists except as an inner space where there is more still to discover. As I search for new meaning within this piece, I remember that my core stimulus is the pursuit of beauty and its preservation. In a world perpetually threatened by selfishness and ignorance, I work to build a refuge, to behold my reason for living despite outside threats. There is nothing else worth living for.
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