STATEMENT:
My weavings contain many influences besides those of ancient textiles that have survived the millennia: I find beauty in the ruins of what once must have been new: the patterns in damp and crumbling plaster; the remains of paint on decayed wood; rotting bark; broken carvings; fallen monoliths.
Some of these I express in broken borders, insets and slits; twining and wrapping; weaves of herringbone and twill; mends, darns, fraying; drawn threads and slits. Disintegration and destruction. My work is unplanned. I weave as I reflect: some pieces are coarse and wide as my loom allows, others are fine and small, to be sewn together later into larger form.
If all creativity stems from dissatisfaction, maybe for me it is a dissatisfaction with the ugliness of much of that is modern, and the ruin of what I imagine once to have been beautiful. Despite my weaving having roots in the past, I look forward to a future where we do not discard things because they are worn out or outmoded. Out of decay and disintegration I wish to express a sense of renewal.