Lou Grande

This House, This Body

When the first white explorers crossed the ancient sea, they called it the Great American Desert and promptly set about distancing themselves from it. Later, others came and imposed boundaries in the form of fences. Little communities popped up like mold, flourishing and then dying again in the space of a few nights. Those that survived are a brittle folk, always aware of the encroaching emptiness of the prairie, a kind of existential agoraphobia: for better or for worse, they are alone out there.