"For even as one’s first sensation sees a landscape of water rushing us towards a precipice, a second look sees that it is also a vast bed, the rumpled bedclothes rippling in waves of cloth away from us, perhaps after a night’s sleep or love making or dreaming. Some of the folds subliminally imply a figure, or more accurately, the absence of a figure that has left the bed. Suddenly the viewer slips between seeing this as an expansive exterior space and a private interior one, between something remote and extensive and something intimate and intensive."Wayne L. Roosa

Click here for full essay by Wayne L. Roosa, published in the Artist Book 'Flooded', funded by a Jerome Foundation Book Grant.