For as long as I can remember I have loved books. I love them as vessels of knowledge, imagination and history; the place to find answers. I love the intimate experience of being engrossed by a book. Books are engaging. I love them as objects; old or new, leather-bound or paperback... the smell and feel of the pages... the look of the exposed spines on a bookshelf. This bibliophilia asserts itself in just about everything I make. I have always considered myself something of a Luddite, drawn toward craft, the handmade, and the one-of-a-kind.
Much of my formal art training is in textile design, so pattern and texture play a large role in my work. I enjoy contrasting meticulous, finely crafted elements with happy accidents. I see this interplay as a dynamic element of life; forging ahead with free will and yet accepting the unexpected. Art making is meditative. I take it as an opportunity to focus on the process. It's a treasure hunt. Free association and synchronicity are in charge of this segment. I delight in watching the identity of the work reveal itself to me.
My work tends to be auto-biographical with a bent toward self-inquiry and inner transformation. As far as I can tell living, learning and making are utterly inseparable. I see life as art and the objects made as the evidence left behind.