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I've always had a particular interest in the test of time on man-made and natural materials and objects, the journey of the discarded and the beauty in neglect and reemergence. In my recent work objects collect and intertwine often on the ceiling of a room or in the sky. The placement of these objects at the highest point correlates to the highest point  in our bodies, the head, particularly the brain, where our thoughts and memories collect. Within my art, objects become vehicles to memories and take on new life in fantastical landscapes.

We live in a society of throw away impermanence and quick upgrade where discards pile up or are recycled to make future throw aways. Often the meaning associated with objects is downgraded to quick function,  a takeaway coffee cup for example, has minute relevance to me before I discard it, however, a hand carved wooden rocking chair with hand embroidered canvas upholstery sewn by my grandmother holds extreme significance to me. I am interested in this variation of substance and response.