I am a sculptor exchanging mediums, currently exploring paint, textiles, and text. My youth was spent digging in the dirt with my farmer father. When I wasn’t working with my dad I was home mostly just practicing silence and cleaning spaces to an almost unnatural pristine. I did not to make a lot of noise growing up or make wrinkles on my bed sheets while sleeping. I was too careful as a child into adolescence with my voice, my body, to press any boundaries. There was a lot of watching, listening, conversations in my head and imitations. Even though I went to art school it wasn’t until my late 20’s I found my voice and even then I still felt nervous using it.

 

So much of my youth’s experience or non-experience, informs my motivations for what I celebrate today. I enjoy working in a scale larger than the physical size of my body. I recreate small moments, simple muscle memories- making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich equating to slathering pink paint onto cardboard, or cringing during Mom’s lectures, her words sewn into fabric the same way they were imbedded into me. My work is crafted around drawing connections to memories of these encounters.

 

I am curious in the ways we adorn our bodies and create our spaces. In my work I repurpose personal, even low-brow, materials. The focus is on making things I know intimately from the materials I have come to know intimately. These literal fragments keep me company for sometimes years, while listening to what it is they are trying to say. I’ve always had the belief that things happen one step at a time. No direct lineage or accuracy, a bit scattered, but each stitch is there to reach some sort of destination.

 

Layers of material forming captured stills. Representations, nostalgic, playful considerations of our human collectiveness and conditioning. Delving into my own memory banks; remembering the texture of Grandma's couch, the make of Grandpa's car, what it felt like to fall in love for the first time or the words you heard over and over again from your mother. Showcasing my take of the mundane disappearing middle-class America.

 

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