The way plaster, lace and wood describe loss is central to my work. The object and the inherent narrative contained within the material has been a way for me to expess distance and longing.
A small crack in plaster, a ring in un-primed wood this is where my biography lies, this is how I describe the loss of my father.
The poetry in my work can undermine the pragmatics of process, the pleasure in making and construction must not be lost in the fragility of lace.
My work preserves the memories that I do not want to forget.