I wove my 38 Voices in My Head sculptures to document what runs through my head. The sculptures’ surface and silhouette dominate the work. The palette is of neutral earth tones. Silencing any bright colors forces a focus on the textures and forms. You first see the surface.

These subtle forms became 3-dimensional diary entries, reminding me of what I’ve been asking myself. The threads tangle, bulge with uncertainty. The works’ personality—my personality—becomes more familiar the more you know it. The more I work, the better you’ll know me. 38 voices has become 49 so far, anyway; it’s never-ending.

The gallery is lined with elegantly stuffed sculptures, a different idea attached to each piece: serious considerations, fleeting moments, just notions. My questions physically line the walls. The room is my brain.



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