If I know anything at all, it is that the body is a place for holding. It holds and it holds, and when we think it can’t. It goes on holding. We think, ‘I can’t do this, it’s too much.’ The body perseveres nonetheless.

In my body of work, I hold beauty, pain, love, curiosity, mundanity, and magic.

Part of my creative identity is to allow transience. I wanted to be the kind of person who does one thing and becomes an expert, but accepting the ways that my curiosity pulls me, makes me the kind of artist who is always moving. I’ll always try something new. I will always want to know.