An artist’s statement:

I’ve always been fascinated by maps. Their blankness charts place but not time, leaving room to imagine weather, the smell of the air, the color of the sky. As a kid, I would trace the colored lines from the Midwest where I lived as they escalated in density towards the coasts. Trying to translate cartography into reality filled my imagination with mythical images the way a good novel leaves the inner eye free to visualize the world hinted at in black and white….

Or just lost?