do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women condom wrappers scratch at young thighs beneath cheap thread count a rhetorical pillowcase tear soaked do crooked little girls grow into gnarled women a rheumatoid forest perpetually awaiting autumn, 2011
Memory is comprised of the known and unknown, the tactile and hidden, the truth and the reality.
I am fascinated with how we remember, what we forget, and what we repress, and the triggers that bring it to the surface. I create work from memory, which pans across the emotional paradigm, involving such sentiments as loneliness, isolation, anger, betrayal, loss, elation, confusion and anxiety.
We all suffer from distortions of this experience, but these moments – however fleeting or miniscule at the exact moment of experience -- are relevant to our lives.