The making of these woodland sculptures begins by walking and scavenging near my home in Southern Rhode Island, adjacent to the Narragansett Indian Reservation. Natural elements call my attention: rocks, roots, fungi, branches and logs. I drag them back to my studio and let them sit. Over time these natural artifacts will reveal fragments of a lost or new story, the insect hollowed interior of a maple suggests a womb, or a witch hazel branch with gnarly projections becomes a hand. I walk past the spring growth on blueberry bushes- blood red branches– and I imagine a piece about the heart of nature.