SCULPTURE
NEST
FOUND PINE NEEDLES, A DOZEN CRUSHED WINE.BOTTLES CONCRETE, PAINTERS TARP
2020
The Nest began as a curiosity of environment. I find myself drawn to foundations of how something is made and how over time what is built up arounds us.
Through the use of mixed media I explore the connections to what surrounds us , builds us and can become inbeded in us.
NEW BORN
MIXED MEDIA: PINE NEEDLES, WATER, GARBAGE BAG
2020
New Born Nest was the making, the beginning when you are freshly plopped out of your liquid filled encasement.
MY BLANKET
Mixed Media: sharpie, fabric cutouts, painters tarp, sewing pins, fishing line
2019
Made as an imitation of the baby blanket that my mother made for me when she was pregnant. I have lived with this blanket for 29 years now and those close to me know it by name, it is my “Special Blanket”. This blanket has become deeply rooted in my identity and has weathered through a lifetime of tears and has witnessed every late night snack I have ever had. It remains what I lay on my chest at night and to this day gives me a sense of comfort that has grown larger than the presence of my mother. In the honor of my inner child I want to explore what makes us feel whole and how all the scraps of our making sew our story in life.
In preparation to recreate the blanket, I had to understand and decipher the pattern. As a human with ADHD I often struggle when doing things in order or in an organized way. The base of this tarp really in its essence is how my brain categorizes and finds meaning in the pattern. During this process I could draw comparisons to the making of this quilt and the making of me as a person. Understanding all the memories I have had with this blanket, what I learned from those moments and how they made me who I am today. I find comfort in my blanket because it is my security, it is my insides and to me it is my love.
DECEMBER 31, 2010
VODKA BOTTLES, CEMENT, PLASTER, CARDBOARD, WOOD, FOUND SUITCASE
2020
“DECEMBER 31, 2010”, is a work that helped me transition into healing when exploring a traumatic event from my past. This sculpture is 44 lb box filled with roughly 15 dusted bottles of vodka. The glass was curated into dust through use of a pillow case, a brick, a hammer and many long days. The sock in the center is un mated sock kept from the set of socks I was wearing during this event. The glass is cemented in a wall around the sock, leaving the surrounding space loose and free floating. The suitcase was a gift from my father on a holiday vacation in that December of 2010.
I used environmental factures in my choosing of material in connection to the same time of the my rape 2 days after my 15th birthday. I came home on my 15th birthday from a trip to visit my family and on New Year’s Eve a party took place in a canyon. We drank Sky Vodka in a massive bottle that a friend’s mom bought us. While there are many things I remember from that night with more clarity than I’d like 14 years later, I find myself thinking about the sock I lost in that canyon and wonder where it is now.
