I am a writer, reader, artist, filmmaker, sewer, adventurer, friend, sister, daughter, person.
This is the story of feeling. At the edge of a lake or an ocean or any body of water at all, you are standing in the water. You are breathing and looking out onto the rippling surface. As you do, as the waves gently hit your feet, you dig your toes into the mushy sand. This collection of feelings is not just about what you can catalogue with your senses, like the graininess of the sand, the steadiness of the waves or even the smell of salt or fresh air. It is about a relationship that begins at the seam between your foot and the ground. It is about an exchange, where the sand clings to your feet and an imprint of your foot is left in the sand. It is about comfort as the land cradles the underside of your foot, holds you up, hugs you to itself.
At the center of what I make is my desire to understand where my feet are on this earth, where my body is in relationship to it. What is the earth offering me, and what am I offering in return? I strive to understand the facets of care, belonging, gratefulness, and most importantly comfort found in the places we inhabit.
My process is all about exploration and collection. First I go out into the world to greet and meet with landscapes, memories, old books and materials left to waste. These become patched and sewn and drawn and painted on. The wasted and used and tossed aside materials are revived just as the old law says: no energy can be created or destroyed, just changed. My body, my mark becomes a shifter, becomes a part of the eternal processing and reprocessing of what lives on and inhabits the earth. Reworked, returned, and repositioned, these works seek to remind us that we live in this physical world with physical bodies, that each step or movement means something, that we cannot live unattached to the earth.