On November 10, 2018, I fell sixty feet in a climbing accident suffering extensive injuries over my entire body, particularly my feet and pelvis. Since the accident, my painting has drifted away from predominantly picturesque landscapes with whimsical overlays to consider the small, vulnerable, and intricate instead. My artistic interests have grown more complex given my strengthened empathy for the natural world both through my injury experience and ever-increasing concerns about climate change. 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.