I have an instinct to pick up everyday materials, work with them and imagine their potential, their secret lives. What happens when we’re turning our back, turning off the lights, or leaving a supply drawer or cabinet alone for years and years?

My creative impulse manifests with materials that surrounded me as a child: I grew up in a house full of wool and sewing projects and my father worked as a plant manager in textile manufacturing. In my studio, materials including raw wool, copper tubing, crinoline, and machine buffers metamorphose and often cross-pollinate. Fecundity may arise as well as the fantastical and even ominous.

Ultimately, my mundane materials find new life while messing with our firmly held notion of human control over matter.

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