Interpersonal relationships provide fertile source material for contemplations, activities, and subsequent sculptures. The euphoric feelings that arise when you meet someone you have a connection with, the evolution of a bond, the things we put up with to stay together, secrets, and compromises all make me question the role of autonomy in romantic encounters. These potential discussions seem, at times, to be lurking just below the surface, ready to explode and overflow at any moment.
The fleshy, physicality of clay and the warm comfort of sewing are useful companions along my exploration. The repetitive practices of coil-building clay and embroidery mirror the repetition of my actions (progressive and non) and ruminations that lead to insomnia. Domestic objects (furniture, fabric, toilet) help display the tension of having to reconcile big worries and heavy feelings with the constantly-turning wheels of everyday life. Body and shelter act as metaphors for each other. My body is my inescapable home. It is supposed to be stable yet is always changing; it should be comfortable but is out of my control at times. The decaying carnality in the sculptures represents these permeating anxieties, a lot of which surround the aging process, our temporal boundary.