Sometimes, as an artist, I have a daydream that I can’t shake; it gnaws at my mind’s eye. Color combinations, formations and specific shapes aligning to suggest a personified landscape; catching movements through static means. I draw the symbol or form over and over in sketchbooks until I begin the translation in fabric, the second skin that surrounds us. Sometimes, instead, the works intuitively grow from the meditative act of sewing; from samplers or patchworks that I intuitively begin and then amass into abstract gestures, undulating across the wall. The forms in my work are abstractions pulled from everyday observations, ranging from micro to macro moments in the natural, urban, domestic and personal worlds and shift and combine depending on my locational and emotional states.