All objects, from a memory quilt to a camera, were compulsively lavished with the same ornamental decorations. While on one level my modernity is repelled by this fussiness, on another level I feel oddly liberated by this outrageously sensual adornment of objects, regardless of their function. Yet the Victorian fixation on complicated patterning belies a fear of the empty space. I feel there is, within their flourishes, a language I must decipher. To get close enough, to get inside the design is to see patterns of desire, patterns of repression, a pattern that blossoms to encompass generations.
Art is the privilege of insight into craving.
The processes I am drawn to require much tedious, repetitive labor. Although I often work with sophisticated technology, I see my work in the tradition of women s lap craft. I find the time spent obsessively performing these mundane tasks is essential, for it is during this time that I develop an intimate understanding of the imagery I create. With my attention focused on the miniature, each frame is a separate entity, an entire world. My fascination with the handmade, the awkward and sentimental is at odds with the contemporary medium within which I work.