When I was a kid, I flew by myself every summer to visit my grandparents. From the window seat I stared out at the landscape of clouds, imagining how it would be to wade into that mysterious, impossible country. I get the same feeling in the studio, as though I’m travelling across vaporous ground toward an elusive destination and always at risk of losing my way. I navigate with charcoal and graphite, laying down thousands of individual marks in an effort to describe of intangible things like light and air. The resulting drawings are an account of time spent observing slowly and repetitively with close curiosity. They are more about searching than finding.