Let us begin with the person who sleeps. They wrap themselves in blankets to protect themselves from the world around them. They have rituals before they go to bed. They dream up bedtime stories. What is there, truly, to distinguish the sleeper from the person that is awake? The landscape of the mind and listless anxiety are the funnel through which I work. How do the stories we tell ourselves affect our reality?
In my answer to this question, I aim for a visual feeling first and a grounding of the form second. Deciphering reality from dreams allows me to experiment with form and texture. The linens dipped in plaster are a perfect vehicle for expressing nostalgia, longing, fragility, and comfort tangled with the narrative of self.
I would like to thank the Academic Fund for Seniors, The Steven Daniel Smallen Memorial Fund, and the Casstevens Research Scholar Fund for their generous support.