In a continuing meditation on the ground, these fragments started as rubbings of roads and dirt in Pittsburgh and West Virginia. They are as much meditations on wandering and displacement, as they are reflections of the surface of asphalt and all that roads mean in shaping the American landscape, particularly in a part of the country still invested in mining and coal. The rubbings recorded the bumps, scrapes and physical texture of the asphalt surface. These were then translated into a series of Risograph prints, which were sometimes misaligned and sometimes fed through multiple impressions layered on top of each other.