This piece has a long genesis. As a child, I used to go out into the fields surrounding my early era suburban house and lie in them for hours, just to chill out. Calm my brain. Now I am remembering those moments in light of the death of nature we see all around us. The Meadow is so tender, and seemed so resilient then. To generate the collage components I created a rough set of Penrose Tiles, which are geometric forms nested in such a way that they tile a plane in a self-similar but non-periodic way. This strikes me as a perfect metaphor for how nature constructs itself. I deranged the geometric shapes and took great pleasure in subverting regularity but the underlying pattern still sings through. The force of life and the will to continue, inherent in the fractal engine of the physical world, gives me hope.