They do not shimmer like the dry grasses on the hills, or the leaves on the trees (2018)
Commissioned by the Toronto Symphony Orchestra
“… and how the structures we make are static and not all that complex. They do not shimmer like the dry grasses on the hills, or the leaves on the trees. There are not as many examples in the city of the impossibly far and the impossibly close…” ~Sheila Heti, Motherhood
This work is a contemplation on a period of time where I was untethered to a specific place, and of the solitude experienced in the vast swaths of the North American landscapes that I traversed over the past three years: the open, lonely vistas of the Canadian Prairies, Northern Ontario, Montana, and the American Midwest.