I have never belonged to one way of being. For as long as I can remember I have lived in the space between things, between cultures, landscapes, people, worlds. For a long time I mistook that for not belonging anywhere. I understand now that it is more precise than that. I can feel at home everywhere and nowhere simultaneously and what determines which, is never the place. It is always the people. Whether they are performing or present. I feel at home where depth is welcome. I feel alien where only the surface is.

My work wants the freedom to exist in multiple places at once, it seeks ongoing conversation and transformation. I am drawn to making things from what the world discards, from recycling found materials. There is so much beauty in what people dismiss.

My practice takes me inward and outward simultaneously. I work with materials until they speak, until what seemed inert begins to hold something. My intention is always sensation before thought. I want the work to be felt in the body before it is understood in the mind.

I live between sensing and seeing, between perception and what happens in that space where boundaries dissolve and allow the unseen to be seen again.