While humans consider the idea of a border a concrete concept, one country ending and another beginning, the organic and ephemeral in life pay no attention. Outside my panoramic, 8x40’ windows I see the US and Mexico, impossible to decipher where one ends and the other begins. The weather rolls through and up the mountainous terrain also ignorant of the border. Birds fly across, I suspect even rest on the fence that governments acknowledge as the border. And the weather forecast is the same, whether you hear it in Spanish or in English, the storm doesn’t really care. New Tierra is about those organic forces and ephemeral conditions as they navigate seamlessly through this border town. 
Her Favorite Color is Yellow
Be Twined
12-9-8-5-2-0, Part 1
12-9-8-5-2-0, Part 2
Junction 2
Spring Stitches IV
Spring Stitches V
Lacuna 1
Atmospheric Pressure
Precipitation 2
Precipitation 1
Turbulance
Junction
Cumulus 3
Rolling Through 3
Otay 1
Otay 2
Otay 3
Carried Away
Bedrock
Cumulus
Mammatus
The Storm Doesn't Care 3
The Storm Doesn't Care 1
The Storm Doesn't Care 6
Tilde
Transplant
Mosey on Over
Organic Detour
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