Sweet Monotony, 2016
mud
4” x 5”
“We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?”
George Eliot
These are the twelve children with whom I began and ended my education. All are printed using dirt from the field behind my childhood home. The same field I spent my youth, barefoot, playing baseball, hunting for arrowheads and sleeping out under the stars.