Reflecting upon various times in my life, I revisit old sketchbooks and writings. Cutting strips from cast off paintings, I rewrite my readings there, weaving them into a container-like form or flat object to bend or shape. This is a contemplative act of remembering, honoring, and preserving, as well as processing uncertainty, change, and ruminations: so much to do, so much to think about and wrap my head around. How to move forward? It’s a stream in our heads that can make it hard to get out of the loop and to act, to make progress. This work is like a walk through those pages and my reflections on our world–past and present–with its undulations and uncertainties, hesitations and doubts–and its speculations, expectations and hopes.
The fact that many of these units recall vessels is a reminder that I was once a maker of vessels in clay. These delicate containers hold more than air or water. They are putting what’s inside out in the open.​​​