In Idaho I visited abandoned lead
and silver mines: caved in, blown shut,
grown over. Yet toxic residue persists.
I thought about the buried parts
of our personal and national histories,
how what we seek to forget
seeps into our present.

In Maine as I sifted through
discarded household objects—
material for an installation—
news images of the cleanup after
devastating floods came to mind.
I reflected on the parallel
psychic processes
to salvage and rebuild
from the wreckage left by trauma. 

In California on an old Army base
now a National Park, I climbed over
graffitied bunkers covered with weeds
and wildflowers. Wandering through the military
ruins, it occurred to me—artifacts of fear
become playgrounds for curiosity.

Everything is energy shifting form.