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In this digital age I am drawn to the imperfect: the wear on a photograph, handwriting of repressed emotion, hair half-dyed, what is left behind. In these works I try to honor fragility and decay and weakness. Our lives are made in the faltering and the striving. There are few stains in our animated world, small proofs of life or dirt or breath.

We all lose something in this artificiality, maybe not initially, when it is still comforting to be in such control but at some point I think we all crave something unavoidably visceral. Something that is able to be held because it exists in the same realm we do.

These works are an interface between the natural and the man-made. Through them I want to give new life to overlooked or discarded things, many of which start with something found in the woods or on the beach and expand outward to explore a memory or a dream. I use the form of the altar to elevate the everyday to the sacred and remind myself and others of the precious and the latent in all things.


Sweet fruit
Before birth
Grandma's farm
flight and shadow
Bittersweet/ Home
When we do what we must
how he's made us
Climb to the hive
Missing the weight of the world
Self Portrait
Shallow Fate
old growth
What we may Become
(detail )
Springtime Wakes
Map to my beginning
Through Thorns
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