words on work
A pair of scissors is a drawing tool. Cutting a line, like a road map on the surface of paper, releases shapes that can be fastened, linked, and connected into a structure. This becomes a foundation to build upon. Paper also lends itself to improvisation. It can be so delicate that it retains the imprint of memory, and so strong and versatile that its materiality exists in a realm between fabric and wood.
With a pair of scissors and paper, I can fashion a rib cage, and construct a corset or armor that warps and wefts into a woven synthesis of color, pattern, decorative trim, ornamentation, frippery, and finery. My work is a diversion, a coverup, a decorative camouflage with teeth. Like a bird’s plumage enticing its admirers to take a closer look.