On November 10, 2018, I fell sixty feet in a climbing accident suffering extensive injuries over my entire body. My feet and pelvis were most significantly impacted such that I am still learning my new physical limitations. Since the accident, my painting has abruptly departed from picturesque landscapes with whimsical overlays to consider the small and vulnerable instead. I now feel a version of empathy for the natural world that I've never felt before. Beautiful landscapes no long strike me as a guarantee or universal truth—places that exist for our recreational convenience—but as fleeting, delicate, and complicated ecosystems always in transition. I no longer feel like the same spectator from a high perch; I now feel like a much smaller organism, eye-level with the life cycle.