Humans wandering the threshold between unapologetic existence and an abyss of lunacy find their camp amongst washed out gutters, crinkly beauty pageants and ceremonies performed for nothing and nobody. It's a mythic, hairless underbelly of a place where the echo of Christian talk radio is muffled by an incessant rubbing of fir needles.

Wood Grain Lick manipulates a landscape that is simultaneously autobiographical, documentary, and fictional– a weaving of myth and symbol in order to examine the chaos of storytelling.