Solitude
Cutaway grass; 100’W x 30’L
Carved into a hillside in letters large enough to be read from a distance, Solitude transforms the act of cutting grass into an act of quiet revelation. The word itself was created by removing the living surface of the hill—an incision that, over days, turned from green to a soft, golden brown. What remains is both a wound and a whisper, a fleeting text inscribed upon the skin of the earth.
Emerging from a direct, poetic response to its site, Solitude invites reflection on the fragile intersection between language and landscape. The land becomes a page, the word a meditation on impermanence and presence. In its stillness, the piece contemplates the condition of being alone—not as isolation, but as a form of deep attunement to place, to time, and to the quiet transformations that unfold in both.