I was born in a small village called Woodward at the base of a mountain. I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the place my whole life, but I can’t deny that I’m endlessly inspired and haunted by it. I often go back and use it as scenery or a backdrop. It’s a world of immense beauty and endless darkness. A few years ago my dad and I drove around in the early spring, before the place completely thawed. It was a harrowing experience on those icy forest roads, to say the least, but the views were gorgeous.

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