Flight dreams were a common occurrence while I was growing up, and these topographic surfaces vividly represent a familiar place in my childhood imagination & memory.
They have evolved from my ongoing relationship with paper pulp, old-school 3-D casting, and a mixture of other forgotten or discarded materials like used teas, ground cinnamon, fine dirt, and recycled paper pulp from previous castings. Now they regenerate their own particular cycle of life as pieces of dried and broken topo terrains get rehydrated and recast.
Like a desert, watercolor pigments are greedily absorbed by this gloriously forgiving medium and often set a mood for me, or evoke an associated memory of flying. They concretely represent the most elusive memories of my childhood dreams.