I am a child of the 20th century, living in a world made strange.
I am a person of place, but I contain multitudes. My home is a small village of 1,500 people. My work is in a world of larger scales, where the individual disappears.
I am drawn out in search of the stories of others like myself, each wondering what we have become, and who we remain.
Over time, I am coming to know less. I ask questions without having an idea where they lead. I follow them anyway.
I move slowly. I work to see where I am.