Arborglyphs.

I rub trees. I’m careful not to leave marks or do damage, but I do love rubbing them. Nevada’s mountains are full of sheepherder-carved aspen trees, some dating back to the early 1900s. As the trees die, so does a piece of Nevada history. Experimenting with fabrics and colors, I create these rubbings to try to preserve a tiny piece of someone’s existence. Each of these is done with love.