The Southern landscape is one that I find often mirrors the incongruous parts of Southern identity. It is mesmerizingly beautiful but is not without its equally consuming ugliness--often rooted in a terrible loss. There is honesty present but not without impurity, and often Southerners don\u27t want to face either. Instead, they become stubbornly rebellious or suppressed, thus deeply rooted but also dislocated by their own mythologies. The South is complicated--always. I am inspired by contrasting elements. Humor and sadness. The instinct to cling to someone else and pave your own identity. Wanting to release from grief but find comfort in its lulling, looping rut. My characters seem to want two things at once and are never sure why this po...