Ten years ago, a mentor of mine told me about the Skowhegan School of Sculpture and Painting.

They described it as an impossible place—a utopic, broken, spicy, melting place. A place where every year there was inconceivable growth, uncountable tick bites, and deep love.

They also told me that every year there was mud wrestling. In 2024, I spent the summer at Skowhegan. There I heard even more about the faux-tradition of mud wrestling on that property, an unsanctioned but seemingly inevitable event of the summer that dated back decades. I spent a few days shoveling, raking, and lugging buckets of lake water until one night, we bathed.

First in the mud. Then in the lake.

This is a book I made in an edition of 25 about that bathing. it’s fully riso printed, french folded pages, baleze typface, perfect bound.


this book will only be available here and at dashwood books.

thank you forever:

gabby, chella, erica, rowan, res, hannah, trae, holly, emary & skowhegan.