Lives leave a residue. Objects accrue and deposit into strata then get upturned and tossed into the air only to fall, pile up and solidify into layers once again.

I borrow clothing and accessories from the drawers and closets of my family, friends and people I barely know. I unsettle and re-imagine these worn materials – shaped and hardened by histories both personal and collective. I sort and stack. I bundle and prop. I toss and dump. Gravity is my nemesis and my partner.

I populate my studio with contingent and tenuous structures. I mark their muffled permutations in photographs. I am absorbed by the dynamic of mutation however sudden or glacial.