“I left my birth city of Chattanooga, Tennessee at the age of three. One of the earliest memories I have is of the honeysuckle bush that grew along the fence in my grandmother's back yard. I would pull the coral-hued blooms off the vine and suck the nectar from the back. It was sticky and sweet and the perfume was intoxicating.
Since youth I have been a collector of leaves, acorns and pinecones. I have always been fascinated by them. No two are the same despite there being an unfathomable number of them on the planet. I still collect them and lay them out in little altars all over my house. Each is tied to a specific moment, a place and time that holds a memory. Somehow, also keeping me connected to the woods of my earliest days, as if the mountains and forests of Tennessee are always whispering to me.”