In photographs I am the Priestess, performing camp rituals and offerings in surreal American landscapes, often deserts and coastlines.

Part Buster Keaton and part Barbarella, the Priestess is a mystic vagabond. She consecrates landscapes with gestural incantations. Her rites are conversations with the primordial unconsciousness of nature. Her precarious confidence is stylistically drawn from women of 1970’s horror films.

In the winter sun of the ancient desert, her tropical fruits or a wayward shopping bag become comical and fraught emblems of the present.

The realm of the Priestess is simultaneously an imagined matriarchal past, and a vision of a possible new future.

The performances are staged for photographs.