I work with the highway, the land it divides and the refuse it collects. The ever-increasing force of the anonymous highway teaches us disconnection and control, pumping a constant roar of goods and people forward along blackened veins. We are untethered from the earth, traveling without walking, rushing past too quickly to smell, too loudly to hear, and too elevated to feel through the thick asphalt.

I fight this frenzied isolation with obsessive gathering, binding, and building, enacting ancient human impulses in a place designed not to be touched. I create large-scale ceramic sculptures of manufactured clay, wild clay, and raw materials collected from the highway, seeking to reestablish human touch with the earth where it is most forgotten. The Highway Between fights to bridge the ever-widening gap between our collective mind and body.