“If lying face down in the cold wet grass is the closest I can get to you, then let me whisper to the ants. I’m sure they’ll tell you how much I miss you.”

-I Can’t Remember the Sound
 ofYour Voice (1/28/26 11:18 pm),Clawson


    



Grace Clawson (b. 2003, OH) is a fine artist and writer. Her unforgiving love for the midwest inspires her concepts and storytelling. Through the violence of hunting and the softness of rural backroads she explores nostalgia, girlhood, grief, and humanity.


 Grace Clawson


Savannah, GA
graceclawson@gmail.com