As an artist in residence for one month at Haslla Art World in Gangneung, South Korea, I walked a private path to and from my studio multiple times a day. Without the ability to converse easily with others, I became particularly appreciative of the landscape. In the beginning, I admired the things I could name: trees, mountains, sky, and ocean. As days passed in relative silence, I became increasingly more attentive to smaller details such as the shape of a crack in a rock. By the end of the first week, I started to imagine fictional landscapes that might exist beyond the objects that we can name and see:  air escaping from the skin of a leaf, parades of water molecules moving up and down the interior of stems, and the interior matter in rocks. It was the first time that I recognized the beauty and importance of dirt.