The winter of 2013-2014 was the longest on record in Northern Minnesota. It snowed nearly every day well into May, and I shoveled and grieved for a friend.
Grief, sadness, and relentless isolation come naturally to the flat, windy landscape of the Red River Valley. Winter on the border of Minnesota and North Dakota brings an intensity that makes you feel connected to the inherent pang of heartache that afflicts an area so inhospitable. This series of drawings, named after the cattle ranch where Teddy Roosevelt recovered from the sudden lose of his wife, now part of the only state park named in memorium, explores the connection between grief and place, specifically the kind of institutional isolation and sadness that comes in the very northern reaches of the Midwest.