I build altars, monuments and create atmospheric diarhamas depicting moments of psychic upheaval in order to undercut the American middle-class pre-occupation with keeping up appearances.

I find navigating the subtext of cultural values to be complex, perplexing, unsettling.. and yet compelling (as in train wreck) . It is difficult to for me reconcile the desparity of the need to be desired and the guilt and shame felt in the process of making myself desirable. I take part in a society that has silently agreed to gloss over degradation in order to bask in decadence and convenience. In general, we are repulsed by our own interior primal nature and impending mortality, but can choose instead to fixate on pageantry, antiquity and palettable nostalgia .

In my work, fragmented objects from the forefront of our daily lives are dismembered or deconstructed and recontextualized with detritus from the periphery. I use cheap, mass-produced items which are made to appeal to our impulsive nature combined with other materials or objects that have implicit sentimentality . I'm trying to uncover true primal essence within a life filled with so many homogenous images.Familiar materials such as red felt, plastic packaging, upholstery textiles and phone cords are broken down and then transformed into stylized viscera. Costumery and retired undergarments are reanimated as parasites and embellishment for predators' nests. Housekeeping accoutrements are hyper-sexualized and violated . My own bodily debris, on the other hand, is collected and used as a primitive craft/ hobbyist medium for creating trinkets and weaving lace .

In drawing these analogies, the illusions presented, the delusions kept private and the anxiety this process has created are laid bare.
Focusing on absurdity within these contradictions allows for dark comedy to trump straight-forward tragedy.