Pieced together in woodworking, sculpture and printmaking, I build objects that create a moment of reckoning. Something stands at a precipice; someone reaches out to touch the forbidden fruit.

I go to lengths in my practice to define materials and processes that symbolize existing in a queer body, both sapphic and gender-fluid, that moves as a politically queer entity, at odds with the white supremacist and conservative Christian indoctrination in which I was raised. Being closeted for so long in that environment created a life filled with high contrasts.

Let the gamuts be a painful list:

coverage and exposure
cruelty and mercy
atonement and trespass
boundaries and permission
pain and pleasure
sacrament and desecration
despair and salvation
isolation and connection
pure and unclean
security and risk.

My materials exhibit a sensibility that is tied closely to the freedom I’ve found in unconditional queer love- with myself, with my spouse Loren, with the members of our chosen family and community, which we choose, every day, to pour into. There is nothing more important, I feel I know…now, than deeply and truly, taking care of your neighbor- not in ideas in psalms, but in actions.

I embrace a sense of style that makes me feel empowered, connected, and of service to my community. Often that style includes a rageful subversion of the conervative “ideals” (hate in a different font) that raised me.

Let the style be a raging list:

black leather
parfum
plum faux vegan leather
gold in nostrils, septums, on fingers, the caves of the ear
stained glass
hot pink light
rabbit fur
suede

I remember - the queer body is a grotto.