For the last 8 years I've been an outsider looking in on Florida. The heat, the swamps, the humidity and the bugs seem like a foreign planet I've somehow landed on. The density of these forests, with the ominous rustle of creatures moving close next to you, but which you can't see, create a miasma of nightmare. Yet, in that, there is a rich beauty, as if steeped in a world where time stands still. These drawings try to get at that, if only just a little.