My earliest memories are those of my father’s musty, cluttered workrooms filled with rolls of fabric and his upholstery shop floor littered with tacks, trimmings and thread. In these musty spaces where I spent much time as a youngster, the layers of lint seemed to provide fertile soil for my artistic vision. Much like cutting the foam and cotton fillers for a sofa pillow, over many years my artistic vision evolved into a presentation of natural textures and quilt-like patterns within designated spaces.

For me, art-making is primarily an exercise in crafting objects made from natural materials like wood, leather, paper and stone combined with fabrics like those in my father’s upholstery shop and my mother’s sewing basket. My selective use of color is a result of trusting those colors often inherent to the natural or re-purposed materials I select. By allowing the colors and textures of found and re-assigned objects to speak for themselves, my job becomes more that of an organizer or shepherd.

Within the patterns and textures of my work, a repetitive language speaks with rhythmic simplicity. My work speaks minimally and presents few identifiable visual references. To consider my art is to pause and contemplate the work as a suggestion of organizational and contextual reassignments and realignments. The altered contexts of the assembled materials and patterns speak naturally, simply, and without judgement. This simple reordering of the commonplace presents viewers only with clues and asks them to consider a shared mystery.