I modify and arrange craft materials and found-objects in temporary room-size compositions that become frozen records of my private performance. Once the work is complete, I document and de-install. Nothing remains but the photographs and a pile of broken and tattered materials, like the sad detritus of an epic celebration the night before.
I also make drawings and sculptural works on paper that help me discover new forms and color combinations for future installations. Sometimes the works on paper get absorbed into the installations, sometimes they remain separate. Symbols I’ve been using for the last few years are roses, chains, bows, drips, nonsensical text, hearts, hashtags and flying carpets. This invented visual language helps me make sense of my complicated relationship to disappointment, decoration, nostalgia, and the trappings of femininity.