In the fall of 1998 I spent two weeks in Tibet. I bought a large book of handmade paper in Nepal to record my impressions and make collages from materials gathered along the way. I also took hundreds of photographs.
I spent all of 1999 trying unsuccessfully to sort through the emotional impact and to capture the spirit of Tibet. It was only when I tore the pages from the journal, obliterated the writing and rubbed out much of what had been done that the work began to reflect the experience. Many layers of encaustic and oils gave the effect of yak butter and smoke; a deep glow beneath decay and destruction.