In middle school I walked my yellow Schwinn bike through a forest and over a wood chip trail to get to class. The earth underfoot was a soft, blue-grey mound. Years and years of pine needles constantly decomposing makes for a soft soil. Rabbit droppings and furry moss create a slate tint. I’ve been fascinated with fossil records since these early days of exploring the woods, and a little further out from my backyard, the ancient glacial moraine history of the Great Lakes. The Microcosms collection refocuses on the subterranean forest floor and frothy swamps of my old stomping grounds.