meLand became

a physical and 

metaphoric space 

where I could 

simultaneously explore

porosity

and 

disrupt the 
socially constructed binary 

between humans and nature.

Just as in many other parts of the process, it was through my body that I knew meLand was complete. "Hills of Grass," (1999) sung by many of my friends and written by Carolyn McDade in response to her time living in the Qu'Appelle Valley, filled my painting space. My brush hand was working up around the sky when quietly, calmly, it moved to rest, quietly, on the table. She was done.