reflecting on the fabric of our lives.
Fibers have a story, before the cotton was planted, oil was extracted, sheeps were sheared.
Textiles become a living journal of memories.
In our current phase of late stage capitalism, textiles tell the story of over consumerism, slave labor, and climate collapse.
How do we consciously exist in civilization?
My textile work is a wish and a spell. Working with mostly upcycled natural fibers I simmer in cauldrons of roots, bark, bugs, leaves, and flowers, its a sloooooooow and luxurious process rich with reflection.
