Something I keep asking myself-- The act of creating history is at once additive and reductive. What is gained and what is erased in the process?
I am interested in ritualized intersections of natural and man-made materials, coming together to create objects that speak of the feminine body and repetitive practices. Im letting my intuition guide me in the creation of these objects and the materials needed to continue expanding on my practice. Through explorations that combine rubber and wood, hair, felt, cloth, steel, or clay, I have begun to create a body of objects that speak much like ancient artifacts do, indicating an absent site and unknown purposes. The work is evolving, becoming more embellished and ornamental. This decorative aspect is juxtaposed with the non-preciousness of the materials, leaving the viewer with more questions than answers as to where these works originate. To what place do they belong? How do they evolve a life of their own? And what is more important to the workthe mystery surrounding these objects or the knowledge gained in knowing their origins?