I build houses of clay. Initially a quiet contemplation of the shape and form of quaint habitation, through my travels I began to recognize a certain whisper of consistency of shelter’s form and function across cultures. The core difference was the material. That epiphany brought me to examine the living materials used to make my own home.

As part of the land, not separate from it, we are born into shelter and die in shelter. Our remains nourish the living materials that make our homes. So, with these clay houses, I want to honour the trees that fell, both to situate my home and to make it, because both the falling of any living thing and the making of shelter are natural parts of life.