I brought these drawings home from a gallery the other day. They are part of a grouping I did from memory after a trip to Taquamenon Falls. There are these areas of river in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where full grown trees stand dead in the water. Mile after mile. So after awhile you see the beauty in dead trees standing. Anyways, when I got them home I realized how similar they are to the work I'm making now. I mean the rugs you see. Everything is all lined up. Rows. So maybe my trip to Morocco added to something that had been brewing all along. I made these in 2011. I thought a lot had changed.