For a while, I thought a lot about lineage. Where do I belong? Who am I standing next to?

I was trying to write an autobiography using prints and patterns that reference emotional, psychological, and personal development in my work, as a person growing up, figuring out who I was. I used fabrics to stand in for occurrences.

It's as if I were collaborating with myself, revealing my relationship to the material. My hand would make the drawing. Then my mouth would transmit it.

Our assignment comes with the alignment. Too many people look for the assignment without first finding their alignment.

When I started working with mirrors, it seemed to be the perfect material to stand in for that waiting.

Words can be applied as one might put on a scent, such as perfume. Some scents are so wonderful and others are sickening... titles can be the same.

But most people don't come up to me and express a lot of emotion.