My work is quiet. My pieces accompany me through everyday life like a diary marking unconcious developments. I believe in the depths of simplicity. I salvage materials that easily fall through our grasp, and I covet symbolic imagery to mark a state of being in a point in time .

I like questions more than answers.

My work process is an act of time. I work intimately with minimal tools. Nothing forms without the patients of pondering. Every piece is a note in my diary. Sometimes, as with the jar lid, only one entry so far has been made, though a collection of entries can span a year or two, as with the jarred figurines and dust collection.

In these notes I consider my place as mother, as daughter. I consider perfection against imperfection, and ugly as beautiful. I seek to sanctify domestic materials and express the beauty of every day moments.

I doubt myself often: am I too simple. too quite. too small. too slow. But no, I am here to accept "being." That is all.