I sculpt fiber memoirs, discordant tapestries composed from digital illustrations and hand-woven fabric. I begin each work by weaving a base of machine-made and my handspun yarns on a Japanese loom—a process that encourages improvisation and even mistakes. It is hard for me to weave something that isn’t emotional. Weaving becomes my noun and my verb.
I cut up my weavings, risking everything, and sew everything back together with the images and the prose. What is left are compositions that are as much poetry as artwork.
The components are stitched together to portray anxieties. My detail-oriented process conveys my general insecurity, and how that is used to tell a story.
You will see me when you see my work.
