I weave because fabric is inextricably bound to the human experience.

Fabric is transitory. So are human emotions, culture, and relationships. Much like that of a beloved sweater or blanket on the brink of fading away, my works carry on the ephemeral quality of cloth.

I relate intimately with the material I use. I am acquainted with how it feels next to my skin, how it smells. I understand what happens when you rip it, stain it, wear it thin. This knowledge helps me understand how to employ my medium.

I do not consider myself a weaver. My artwork lacks the structure and disregards the conventional definition of woven fabric. I use weft intuitively, loosely… to gently guide the flow and imagery of each piece. My weavings are made of old clothing, bed sheets, bits of yarn and roving. They are assemblages of fabric, altered and given new life.

Each piece represents my continuing journey to a personal faith in God. In them I have nothing profound to uncover, no deep truth to expound; rather they are about the quiet observations that have added meaning and beauty to my life. They’ve revealed to me the common thread that connects us all.