In summer of 2018, I hiked to the ruins of an abandoned “hell house” altar located in the Baltimore County area of Maryland. The land was lush and the heat brought locals out to the river to swim. Above us, at the peak of one of the many valleys was the altar I had set my heart on finding. It took me four out of the seven weeks I was in Maryland to find this altar. I hiked in silence and observed the stillness of the trees. Here and there, I would find fragments of graffiti covered buildings. I would sit on the bricks and meditate.I had to analyze youtube videos of locals hanging out in the area and inspect public records to find the right pathway up to where I needed to be. On my very last trip, I found myself on a path that led to a staircase made of stone. Seeing a stairway in the middle of a forest is pretty epic, so I spent a long time marveling at it before I started the climb. The altar was at the top of the staircase. It was broken, rusty, and serene. My lasting impression is of the invasive ivy growing around the structure. I took several pictures and made my decent, planning on returning with sculptural work. I did not get to return to the altar, but I did feel a presence, it was far from hellish. It was transcendent and saturated my senses. Sparkling orbs darted too and fro among other creatures with wings. I went back to the studio and built an installation to model my experience. I wove and knotted three sculptures to represent energetic ephemeral beings and installed them to hang from the ceiling with a clear fishing line. I projected an image of the altar onto them. For my critique, I organized the chairs so that we were all circled around the sculptures. I created an atmospheric space