Through my work, I investigate the body as shelter: first of the physical body, then of the spaces that can replace it as home when the body fails. Living with an invisible disability, I am always navigating the disjunction between my appearance of well being and the reality of illness inside my body. I think of myself as a record keeper, in part because of the non-negotiable attention my body demands, and in part because of the lifelong habit I’ve formed of paying attention.
Stitching, weaving, and tufting, are the primary ways of making I find myself always returning to. I consider myself a collaborator with the ingrained history of the textile processes I employ. I am thinking always of the hands we take for granted and the value we choose to place or not place in the labor of others. My body of work itself is a shelter built by and for disregarded spaces, people, and processes.