Landscape (Moss) refers to a place in the woods of Maine I used to secret myself away to as a little girl. At the center of the room, a glossy, upholstered platform of moss invites viewers in to rest. The sound of drifting radio frequencies simulate wind; at times, the abrupt and clear voice of a bird breaks through the distant crackle. Found footage of shadows move across the platform’s surface. Landscape (Moss) pulls between furniture and forest floor, artificial and organic, digital and analog. Like memory, it is a between-thing.