Ink Vineyards

It is hard to ignore what is all around us. With this collection, I celebrate, in ink, the culture of my region – The Languedoc! The winter vines are bare and skeletal. Some stretch out in uniform rows; others are left to wander and entangle themselves in forgotten corners.
After a while, the project took on a life of its own. They began to abstract, turning into enclosing circles as the wild winter vines enclosed me.