Creation is not a choice for me; it is a compulsion that flows through my being, bringing me peace. My work bears witness to my place in time, it encapsulates my history and  my present reality, serving as a repository of memories. My materials are diverse, sourced from various origins: paint rags from the studios of cherished friends, discarded linens from the Ghost Ranch, remnants gathered from the works of fellow artists, plastic and other found objects discovered during my explorations along arroyos in New Mexico, beside the Delaware River in New Jersey, and along the shores of Long Island Sound in Connecticut, as well as old family clothing long since forgotten. Before these precious materials are carefully hand-stitched together, they undergo a transformative process: dyed with natural pigments, adorned with drawings or paintings, or reverently placed in the mud to absorb the essence of the earth I have walked.

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