ARTWORK STATEMENT
"If you're gonna ski Monkey, you're going to carry your own gear."
My Poppy Paul would say this every year as we arrived to the snow fields...
One of my earliest memories as a tiny 3 year old was having my ski's put in my arms. I still remember awkwardly navigating each step in my ski boots whilst squinting through my foggy goggles.
The snow always had a way of feeling like home for me. There was, and still is a freedom and invicibility that I feel whilst connecting with the mountain. Even as a tiny toddler I remember the unique spaciousness of the landscape. I loved the way the snow wrapped itself like a blanket over mother natures structure. Sitting on the ski lift on the way up the mountain, I remember spotting all the animal tracks from above and watching as they formed an artwork across the surface of the snow below.
This excavated landscape is an ode to a lifetime of snowy mountain memories.