statement

I excavate artifacts from spaces that require proof of their existence. The world in which I procure these glinting fragments is exclusively feminine; a sharp but soft space that is a distorted reality of natural processes. It is a magical real. Bright and ghostly, this expanse opens up like a moth born orchid, where you can always dip your toes, but rarely ever submerge. 

Currently in the studio I am working on small sculptural forms that are slightly disguised as paintings. They are handheld sizes with protrusions, dips and folds that are concerned with the idea of passing-much like the gendered notion of passing; often concerned with camouflaging themselves in what seems familiar to them. This concealment fails in that their recognizability is alien to their actual surroundings. Traditional materials of canvas and wood are present with the creeping in of aluminum, rock sediment, glitter, sprinkles, fur, among others. Pieces of a greater place, these pieces are glimpses-not the full picture. 

Free verse is a constant thread throughout-and utilizing the Medieval reading practice of florilegium I extract concentrated moments that saturate my work to the core. The text here behaves as a portrait-but truer. There are moments of clarity that cut the silence. There are also moments of stillness and illegibility, like words that have been wiped away from a steamed mirror, these parts aim to hide only to swiftly return-bleeding through.