I am attracted to nooks and crannies and corners both literally and figuratively. Places where neglected accumulation happens. Like moving into a previously occupied space or someone else’s home. There always seem to be so much potential and yet there are always remnants of what came before. Places have scars, emotional and physical ones. Scars are a reminder of lives lived. I love to find those reminders: height markers on doorways, a single earring, a key or a bead. Are the things you find precious and longed for or simply swept away by time and circumstance? It makes me feel connected to someone else’s story. I think that’s why I use seemly random objects in my work. I attempt to infuse them with symbolism, or to act as placeholders for people or emotions. Some objects have a lot of cultural symbolism ingrained in them already, which makes translation easier. Sometimes they are objects that marked a stage of my life.