These sketches are my current language, one that gathers the diversity in ecosystems being lost daily, in languages, both semantic and physical, song and dance, that are being lost daily.  It reaches into my imagination for a language that is full: of hope and pain, agony, fear, loss, abundance, energy and despair.  It's my version of the human condition from my experience.  When words fail, as most of the time they do, I go to shapes and shadows, movement and light.  

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