Light reveals. It draws me to the relationships between plane and edge; the softness of folds and the crispness of a sudden shift in direction. It offers an invitation to pay attention to the insignificant details that transform into metaphors for larger truths.
I love porcelain for the delicacy and purity of surface that records every touch, and the toughness and strength that allows me to make work that seems impossibly thin.
Fabric is a new obsession. All that lushness of texture and color, and the outrageous possibilities of juxtaposition. How can I not be enamored by fake snakeskin next to slubby silk? I love the treasure hunt for just the right hue, the perfect sheen, the thick absorption of light and the almost invisible trace of layering.
Especially, I love the coming together of all these things to reflect back to me some of what light has revealed and the understanding hidden, layer upon layer, deep inside me.
