I’m curious about deer. I often see them trod a familiar path to Fossil Lake, blending into the cedars as they move toward water. At dawn, they stand in the fallow field communing among the aged stalks of grain. When deer sense danger, silently, without word, they return to the thicket like wraiths. Rambling toward their safe place, hidden deep in the woods. This piece pays homage to that place of refuge, when it is no longer safe. It is constructed of darkened earth pigments surrounded by paths of handmade stone texture embedded with grain, along with oxidized iron, acrylic and prairie soil, eroded with stone. Together, the elements remind us retreat to our center when in need.