When I was a child I drew fantastical maps of islands with coves and peninsulas, lakes and rivers.  I imagined what it might be like to be on each island and what or who I would find.  In recent years I have spent significant time traveling to and from foreign lands.  I have been lost in cities and towns where maps are presented in languages I cannot understand and in valleys and deserts that offer no guide at all.  I snapped hundreds of photographs of the numerous species of trees I have encountered while meandering through intersections, climbing up hilltops and deciding which direction to continue when reaching divided paths.  My recent work began as I reviewed and organized these tree photographs, concentrating on the way the branches link to one another on the two dimensional plane and how the spaces in-between each physical branch and limb is consequently organized.  I cut up photographs to edit these spaces, creating improbable variations of the source material.  While on another long-haul flight I started a series of drawings.  I attempt to recall the in-between spaces created by the tree photographs to recreate the in-between from memory.   I struggle to depict this in my drawing and to tie it to my recollection.  Shortly afterwards, after exhaustion sets in, I peer out of the window, down to the towns and cities and earth below.  I concentrate on the in-betweens created by the series of roads, paths and waterways and how they resemble the in-betweens formed by the trees.  And I continue.