The past two years I have made multiple trips to Wales, UK where I spent a lot of time hiking Mount Snowden. A location known for once being a large source of slate mining now lies vacant, scarred, and cold. The mines expose a nonverbal historical timeline, a whispering trace of what was once there. It is these marks made in the earth that become recorded in this body of work. To me, this represents my relationship with nature as well as a testimony to the landscape which has been sculpted to depict the history man has carved.