My sculptures are soft and hard, in struggle and in love. They are squeezed too tightly and pathetically drooping. Colorful puffy fabrics hug, conquer, and tangle with wooden counterparts. Together, the pieces accept or reject one another, humming at different octaves; some yell while others whisper.

My sculptures are born out of play, as I call on the intuition I trusted as a child. There is risk involved. A specific fluidity must be maintained for the complex orchestration to thrive. In my practice, I work and rework the archived bits, knowing that the longer I live with each element, the more I discover its function, in silo or as a group. Assembled, interrupted, ripped, ground up, sewn back together, I work to respect a rightness that emerges within each piece.

My sculptures travel in packs because they connect to each other beyond their visual similarities. Once coaxed forth, their shapes and colors work relationally: in chaos and in balance, in tenderness and rigidity. They’re all going to the same party.
Cargo Collective 2017 — Frogtown, Los Angeles