Each piece captures the ephemeral residue of flora, the absence left behind. They are trace fossils of domestic ritual, sisterly communion, and the unrelenting pulse of nature as kin. While each print can stand alone, they are strongest in conversation, forming a recursive ecology of presence and loss.
My twin sister and I grew up tending mother’s moss rose rock garden—what began as a childhood chore became a lifelong devotion to paying attention. These prints are my field notes. Weeds are not intrusions; they are survivors. They are the quiet archivists of place.


