They did not know we were seeds.
The foundation of our land began well before 1942, when the first nations built their cities and shaped their grazing lands and planted their food forests. This is the root of our national bounty, stolen from a thousand nations of plague survivors. As a novice seed steward I contemplate the ways humans throughout our history have tended a vibrant diversity of plants, from the Inca Terraces of Moray to Thomas Jefferson’s plantation at Montecello. This work is an artifact of my seed journey.
A few years ago I received several pieces of lace crocheted by my grandmother’s nimble hands. I impressed these pieces of lace on clay slabs, and then foam pressed the slabs to create this series of platters and plates. Each design is unique, featuring an invitation to make something that belongs in the world.