branches, twigs, objects found in the Maine woods, string
variable dimensions

A collection of walking sticks, assembled from natural deadfall and human-made treasures foraged in the woods. They are a selection of beautiful (to me) but unremarkable materials, which I knot and repair with patient, laborious attention. Rusted metal machine parts bear the marks of other lives and other locations, now dislocated to create a new narrative while carrying the ghostlike reference to their old stories. They form a plaintive forest grove, fighting for its life in the Anthropocene.