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I create in the corridors between memories, forging bonds between moments using discarded materials. I rescue the cast aside pieces of previous lives to create new forms. Objects and images resembling homes teeter and perch among the memorial debris of my studio. Memory expands and contracts in these creations, built upon nostalgia and the uncanny. I struggle between contemplating the bleak state of reality and its opposing reflection in dreams, always searching for the strangeness that hides behind what is seen. Each creation encapsulates a memory/feeling/moment from a fragmented past, making each oddly sweet, but also melancholy. My work is a reflection of our fraught relationship with the home. It sits in a dream space holding both aspirations and fears. As a physical location, the home is a receptacle for memories, a hard drive, recording images, sensations, actions, and thought patterns within its intricate spaces. As an imagined structure, it has infinite possibilities.

The desire for an ideal home space haunts popular imagination, but the reality of home is not always so perfect or attainable. My meandering process leads me through all the homes of my past and the imagined pasts of others. Those places where we might be unwelcome, foreign, strange, and forbidden because it is not our own. Those homes call to us. I observe and record them using slivers of paper, cardboard, found imagery, and the alchemical combinations of the more traditional disciplines of painting, drawing, and printmaking. I struggle between contemplating the current state of reality and its opposing reflection in dreams, always searching for the strangeness that hides behind what is seen. My work is a reflection of our relationship with the home, the layers of memory, its scarcity and instability, each piece a crumbling effigy to the dream of a perfect home, holding a life we may never know, nearly unattainable and haunting.