I grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with parents who were both self-employed artists. My mother was a painter and my father a photographer. My mother would turn the kitchen into my playground by pouring pounds of cornmeal onto the floor. She let me physically work my environment. As an artist now I still love to do that. I work in both clay and cloth, materials that are visceral and tactile. By manipulating the body and the space around it, I attempt to alter the psyche.
In my latest fiber pieces, I impose human interaction and physical communication on the viewer/participant. These large fabric structures are both performative and experiential. Two-three people may enter a piece by squeezing through a zipper on the side. At once they find themselves in an extremely intimate situation. Their heads are isolated by fabric, only inches apart. Awareness of the other body is based on touch instead of sight. Heat rises and senses heighten. The moment is sexual, claustrophobic, secure, oppressive, vulnerable, abrasive, and awkward.