When I work in fiber, the experience is quiet, calm and clean.
I do it in my home, dressed in yoga pants.
The movements are intuitive, small and precise.
This work requires patience, focus and good light.
My love of this material runs deep in my bones.
When I work in steel, the experience is loud, hot and dirty.
I do it at a metal shop, dressed in a leather apron.
The movements are intuitive, large and fluid.
This work requires strength, focus and safety equipment.
My love of this material runs deep in my bones.
When I mix the two I enjoy discovering the place where they each hold their own and speak together.